A friend of mine took down an old oak tree about a mile from my cabin in Northern Minnesota. He was kind enough to share several slabs with me. The slabs have been the gift that keeps giving. I've made a coffee table for my son, a base for a cushioned bench, and (alas!) a new dining room table . . . something I've wanted to do for years but was waiting for the right inspiration. It is something approximating pure magic for me to see these rough slabs brought to new life in woodworking projects that will last for years . . . to seem them go from this . . . to this.
One of six oak slabs from my friend:
Coffee table for my son:
New base for a cushioned bench with skirt and tapered legs:
Alas . . . a new dining room table:
Northern Minnesota, where the oaks grow :)
