I truly wish that I wish I could build furniture and cabinets for a living. In my heart of hearts I am just a joiner and a carpenter. To work wood from rough plank into a beautiful and useful object, used for generations, is so fulfilling to me. To watch something develop in my hands and made more beautiful from use is one of my great pleasures in life. It is called beausage and I am sure it is what a boat builder feels when a long ago project comes back to him for repair and he lovingly caresses the worn tiller, sees the worn deck, and pats the trim on the companionway . It is not to be. I have not yet found a way to make enough money with mallet and chisel to pay for my kids’ college education, to travel with my lovely wife, and to have a comfortable retirement. Sure, I could open a shop or start a firm, but I would shortly be pushed away from crafting and into the realities of running a business. As a bandage for my longing, I build stuff for my home, for the kids, for my lovely wife, and as gifts. The slide shows and pictures below are a way for me to document this.