I like to think about the tree that I am making a piece from, wondering what kind of life it had? Was the grain curved because it spent its life stretching a bit to the left or right, every evening, to get that last hour sun. This log grew perfectly for the coffee table I needed to make, and I acquired it not just by being in the right place at the right time, it was a good gift.

If you remember this walnut log I featured in the first post of this blog, (if not just scroll down;). This is what that old tree got finally got to be...

Enjoy