Isabel and The Printer

This poem was written by Bill, our Head of Production, as he was printing a birth announcement for little Isabel. Her mom is one of our clients. Isabel’s  tiny hands and feet have found a permanent place somewhere, down there in my heart. I have studied them with such care and intensity, bringing them to life (again) with just the right shade of pink, delicately debossed into the crisp elegance of the rough textured, heavy, fine art paper— her chubby little left foot, slightly crooked right pinky, and on her right foot, the nerve-like cluster of creases that caught the light just so, each time I pulled the print from the press— studied it for color and coverage and placement, to get as close to perfect as those little feet and hands had already gotten. Bill Denham December 21. 2007
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Letterpress and the Price of Crude

When you see and feel the beauty of crisp letters and images, debossed into the paper or gently kissed upon its surface, that is the hallmark of letterpress printing, you are not likely to go immediately in your mind to the cost of a barrel of crude.
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