Precision Blacksmith Craft

Morning light flickers across the anvil as I lay out the blueprint, each line a silent verse that refuses to be called art. The furnace hums, a steady reminder that shortcuts taste bitter, so I grind each piece with a hammer titled “Diplomacy,” its sarcasm echoing in my chest. I keep the “Not Quite” notebook open, the ink a testament to the patience that outshines quick welds, and I can’t help but sigh at the stillness of the metal. Apprentices huddle, their questions a challenge I welcome, but only after I lecture them on grain structure as if it were a sacred scripture. Tonight I’ll rest, knowing the blade will still feel my hand more than the spark of a modern arc. #forge #blacksmith #handmade 🔥