wood work
Val had some tree work done on the property, removing some large alder that were in danger of crushing us. We had the arborist cut the trunk into longer lengths. The result was a collection of beautiful rounds that we roughed into stools. As I winched the rounds from the creek, my dad scribed and cut them. He wouldn't let me touch the chainsaw. It was a nice way to spend our alternate father's day.
Alder cuts white, but then turns blood red as the resins come to the surface. Quite beautiful.
