orepass

The creak of the door is slight and the hint of finish lingers, but in the light it somehow feels empty. The tangy smell of fresh cut cherry is gone and the dust that once floated in the air has settled. There is a strangeness to the shop when a project is complete, it is not a feeling of loss, but one that announces change. Lumber that was cut and dimensioned became legs and rails, curves and joints. The bench still holds chisels and saws, a square, and pencil as if misplaced.

Measuring tools are placed in their drawers and chisels at the sharpening station. A brush whisks shavings off the table top while a broom sweeps them into a pan. Soon there are only unsharpened tools, then only a pencil remains.

It’s been a year since the bar stools were complete and many things happened over that time, a trip to Olympic national park, the beginnings of several new projects and of course time with family and friends. Like many bloggers I have gaps in what I post, but I offer no apologies or explanations just thanks for following along and your questions and comments are always welcome. In the next few weeks I will tidy up my half finished notes and send them out, many will not have stories but they are over a year old and I have others to post.

I did want to note the passing of Hobbes (its been well over a year) but as you all know dogs hold a special place in our hearts and he certainly spread his energy (only English Setter owners will fully understand) over 14 years. Run my friend, run……