Welcome

Welcome to my Wee Shoppe. It is nestled in the amongst the tress of Birch and the song birds of the Boreal Forrest in a small rural community called Marten Beach. A stones throw from Lesser Slave Lake the sounds of hand planes are often accompanied by the cadence of the waves and the Entish language of the trees.

Attached to my shoppe is a faithful and beautiful German Sheppard, Breagha (Bree -ah). She is often found curled up with me when the winter deep freeze is making us both wish for longer days. Around her bed the tools and sawdust whirl, the heater clicks and creeks and the woodworker mutters at his stupidity and at times smiles at his solutions.

And that, my friends, is the point of this blog. I plan to log my mistakes, struggles and solutions as I endeavor to work with wood and together form my latest project. Along the way, there will be stories and dreams. Songs and reflections. Maybe even a smattering of philosophy. And always room for you to join in. I hope that this will become a collection of wood working stories that, when combined, will become a project of delightful form.

Peace walk with you,
Marcus