Antique red wooden beads with a silver eagle. This was the last piece I saw my father wearing which he crafted. It was on my mind this morning, perhaps, because my mother recently emailed me a photo of the two of them the day they brought home their dog Sparky a few years ago. My dad wasn't wearing this piece in the photo, but his shirt in the photograph was red. Red leading to more red, you might say. I love this piece's simplicity and vibrancy. Even resting on the green flannel blanket, it looks like it's about to fly away.