After a year of doing general farm work, it was quite clear to me that chickens and I were not compatible.

It requires a genuine fight to produce one well designed object of relatively permanent value.

A tree is our most intimate contact with nature.

When trees mature, it is fair and moral that they are cut for man’s use, as they would soon decay and return to the earth. Trees have a yearning to live again, perhaps to provide the beauty, strength and utility to serve man, even to become an object of great artistic worth.

Each flitch, each board, each plank can have only one ideal use. The woodworker, applying a thousand skills, must find that ideal use and then shape the wood to realize its true potential.