In the shop today, around 11AM (MST), there will be a small forest!


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Cast jackrabbit vertebra, fabricated ferns, carved turquoise cross, a bazillion tiny pearls & sterling silver…

I had a welling up.


Summer Nights


I rode my neighbors’ Peruvian Paso and Missouri Foxtrotter in the morning, all across the two track on the canyon edge — the river dazzling in turquoise and sapphire beneath us while the horses kicked up plumes of dust with their shambling, ice smooth gaits.  I still smell lightly of equine and sweat.

The sun is sinking through wildfire smoke, casting an unearthly glow on the sage, the rising moon, the endlessly curving faces of the fruit I am picking.  I am barefoot now, stepping on the sweet rot of apples fallen from the trees.  I taste a plum.  Then one more — yellow, deep purple and ruby red.  I’m sullen over missing the cherry crop.  Apples and pears drop to the ground, sporadically, landing with muted thumps in the dirt.  I can hardly believe all of this is ours.  I slap a mosquito dead on the back of my hand.  I run my fingers through the knots in my hair.  Tater barks out loud, for joy.  Me too.

I wish Robert could quit this fire season and come home to me so we might start in on making this place even more of a sanctuary, even more of a paradise. 
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NOW CLOSED :: Nine Sweet Years :: GIVEAWAY

Thank you all for celebrating with me and for the kind sentiments you left in the comment section on this post.  You’re the best.

The winner is comment #86 — randomly generated, of course.

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I’ve never had a man win a giveaway before but there’s a first time for everything!  Mister Andrew Bell, you’ve won this Caesura Necklace for your beautiful bride.  I hope she loves it.

Again, thank you all!



Way back yonder in July (which seems so long ago now), The Noisy Plume turned 9 years old which means I’ve been messing around with metal for a full decade now.  Some of you have been with me from the very beginning and some of you found me only moments ago but I want to tell you thanks, with all my heart, for being a part of my little world.  I couldn’t have built my tiny empire if it wasn’t for your tender loving care, your appreciation for handcrafted jewelry, your craving for images of wild spaces and the words to go with them.  I’ve grown, learned and changed so much, so has this little business of mine, so have you…and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The bottom line is, I love to create for you.  I’m not going to stop.  Here’s to many years more of you and I — of us.

As always, simply leave a comment on this blog post to enter your name in the drawing for this Caesura Necklace.  I wish I had 100 to give away.  If the spirit leads you, I am giving away a second (and different) necklace over on my Instagram account and I’d love to see you drop your name in the hat there, too.  Men, enter your names for you wives, daughters, nieces — all are welcome and I am happy to ship internationally.  I’ll leave this giveaway open until commenting tapers off and I feel like closing it, regardless, don’t delay entering!

I cherish you.

Roll on, you beauts.





There is a road less traveled, paved with thin air and pine needles; I rode it by his side, bumped up and over the pass towards the sky.  There was a pool, out of the way, where the stream sliced granite, the cold water chilled deeper by conifer shadow and fern.  There were fish, fractal rainbows painted with thick parr marks, spirits willing but mouths too small to swallow our flies down.  There, we swam, crawled out onto the boulders, half-naked and primordial — Adam and Eve in a perfect garden for two.  Time passed, every hour, every moment holy.  We quit our fight against the seconds of the day, we quit our grappling with minutes lost, the hours of life were without expiration dates and we allowed them to slip, with grace, over our heads and shoulders in quiet benediction.