Trees have been on this planet for far longer than we upstart humans have been. And, they’ll probably be here long after we’re gone.
So, trees deserve a great deal of respect. They show their lives in the wood they create and each tree has the scars of that life: the regrowth of a broken limb lost in a wind storm, the remnants of a battle to fend off parasites or insect infestations, discoloration of the wood itself as mold and fungus attacks the living organism, a close brush with fire, . . .
Each tree has its own story to tell. When I work with a piece of wood, I may not know that story but I try to bring out its uniqueness and the beauty that makes it different and special. So, rather than to look for wood with perfectly straight grain and texture, I work with my lumber to accentuate that which makes it imperfect and special.
And, there’s a little whimsy, too.