The harbor market
Sell odd little prints to locals, tourists, and one person who only buys frogs.
Notify mePinned to the garage wall
Plans change when a printer jams or a tugboat arrives unannounced. This is where things stand today.
On the bench
Sell odd little prints to locals, tourists, and one person who only buys frogs.
Notify meEvery machine gets habits, moods, and a preferred snack. The snack is filament.
Notify meBetter benches, tidier shelves, and fewer extension cords doing questionable things.
Notify meSpecial rush orders arrive from the harbor with damp paperwork.
Notify meWaiting by the toolbox
Pack the van, pick a stall, and try not to forget the change tin.
Notify meMore colors, more choices, more tiny plastic spaghetti when things go wrong.
Notify meRegulars start themed collections and ask for the missing piece at closing time.
Notify meVisible through binoculars
Move beyond the garage when the rafters can hold no more filament.
Notify meCompare farms with friends without turning the harbor into a spreadsheet.
Notify meNew faces, strange requests, and weather that is rude to cardboard boxes.
Notify meVery occasional post
Development notes, launch news, and only the most seaworthy print farm gossip.