I’ve never come across a redwood tree in my neck of the woods, but now I’ve carved the wood for the first time. I’ve had this board (18″ x 9 1/2″ x 1″) kicking around since it was given to … Continue reading
This weekend brought us our first significant snowfall of the winter, about a foot waiting for my snowshoes. Here are a few photos from yesterday’s walk, along with an excerpt from the poem First Snow by Mary Oliver who passed … Continue reading
There’s no better way to understand the working properties of a wood species than to carve a chunk of it. Its character is revealed through experience with it, including subtle nuances that are difficult to communicate. Different trees within the … Continue reading
“One word, no spaces,” specified Jennie Alexander when she requested this sign. Not only was I not going to argue with the one who coined the term, I was thrilled for the opportunity to make something so meaningful for someone … Continue reading
This tulip poplar log came to me with a history. John’s son-in-law explained to me that John watched this tree grow and would often comment on its simple beauty and growth when they were together. A couple years ago, John … Continue reading
Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.” The light flows from their branches. —Mary Oliver, from the poem “When I am Among the Trees”
