After a round of ripping lumber on the table saw I often take a short walk along the lane behind my house. There I shake off the layer of dust that covers my face and shop clothes, likely looking all the while as if I’ve stepped out of another century.
Then I deposit a trail of dust from the saw. If you follow it you’ll arrive at my small but busy workbench.
Maybe I’ll be using rescued lumber - in an ingenious way(!) - to make a birdhouse fit for a local wren or chickadee.
Maybe I’ll be sweeping the floor or tidying up a cluttered bench in an attempt to appear organized.
Please excuse me if there is no room to sit down. It’s ‘busy times’ in the shop.
Photos by GH
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