My dad lent me his old rock hammer. It's one of the things that I remember always being around when I was growing up. It's not that I remember my dad using it all that often. It was just a very fascinating object to me as a kid. It just seemed like it had a lot of history. It still does.
I have been posting high-resolution images since I painted the six-pack. Clicking on the painting now affords a much larger view that some may find interesting.