Recently, I traveled “north” to Roger’s, for a long-awaited wood turning lesson. It was a beautiful day, and though we were in his backyard, it felt very much like we were at Penland in North Carolina–the air was charged with possibilities. It was perfect.
The lathe I was working on was set up outside. I’ve always found this a curious note, whenever he’s spoken of it–why would anyone want to keep a lathe out of doors?
Shortly after beginning to work at it, I was covered in wood shavings. They were flying everywhere. It all began to make sense. . .