Wood Shavings and Jack Plane
A lot of my childhood was spent in workshops: waiting for my step-dad to build something, or while visiting my grandfather. Today I was sizing a door with a jack plane and I generated a big pile of wood shavings and sawdust; I had a big flashback to being a young boy standing in a workshop, seeing the sawdust and smelling the cut wood. I really didn’t appreciate it at the time, but I’m very glad now that I had those experiences.
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