one of my favourite memories from my childhood is of being invited into my grandfather's shed. filled with all kinds of woodworking and gardening tools, and the smells of oil, metal, woodshavings and the sweet tang of creosote, the shed was a magical oasis. i have never had a shed of my own although i've seen plenty that look beautiful, you know - little windows, a porch, and that all-important ingredient - bare wooden walls and roof - but i've not gone there yet.
today's short film is a cute and very clever piece about a little robot who is on a mission to make his own tool shed world a little more interesting. directed by søren bendt, it has won a slew of awards. to learn more about søren and the film visit hum's dedicated website.
MESSY BOOTS AND POCKETS OF JOY
3 days ago
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I used to visit an old fix-it man's shed when I was little. I adored the dark, dank shed, filled with the smell of oil and metal. He repaired small appliances, especially clocks.
hey willow! it's really incredible how many little sensory associations and memories we carry with us. it's lovely that we can open up that space with just a little prompting and be inside that moment once more.
sheds - well i have nothing but good memories of all the sheds and shacks and huts i've ever been in.
steven
Hi Steven,
that is a delightful movie.
Your telling of shed memories triggered the smell of wood shavings on the floor of my grandfather's shed - he was a carpenter...
and the pungent creosote smell takes me back to our New Zealand bach on the coast that yearly received another coat of preserving creosote - I always jokes that the creosote held it together over the years...
Thanks for jostling the synapses
happy Days
hi delwyn, there's something so comforting about a life that was spent in part carving or finishing wood. it seems like nothing but it suggests so much more than itself.
thankyou for the lovely little memories you shared here. we're so rich with them aren't we?!!!
steven
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