The heft and feel of a well-worn handle,

The sight of shavings that curl from a blade;

The logs in the woodpile,

the sentiment of huge

beams in an old-fashioned house;

The smell of fresh cut timber

and the pungent fragrance of burning leaves;

The crackle of kindling

and the hiss of burning logs.

Abundant to all the needs of man...

How poor the world would be

Without wood.

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 ~ Everard Hinrichs ~

 

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     I have always loved wood. I grew up hiking, camping, and hunting in the woods of rural Western New York. It is there I developed a love for wood - what Eric Sloan describes as -

'a reverence for wood.'

     I now live near  Black Mountain, North Carolina and I find the forests of the Blue Ridge Mountains similar to the woods of my youth. Through woodworking, I have found a deep, indescribable joy in creating -- from what was created -- in the woods.

     Each piece I make is one of a kind; I do not mass-produce anything.. So everything I make is uniquely yours. Please feel free to visit and if you have any questions please don't hesitate to contact me! Thanks for looking!

                                 ~ Rick Pocock

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