I’ve been fooling around with typesetting my favorite banjo tunings.

I love letters.  I taste type.  I finger fonts.

These are two tests for what I am planning will grow into a cache of images to print on an old press.  I’m titling each one after the tune I love to play in the tuning.

This summer I fell in love with Sawmill. Old G. This summer I also discovered that the banjo is deep.  A lifetime of swimming in the river of five strings, one hopes.