Yesterday, I found myself roaming the dark aisles of a specialty lumber warehouse in industrial west Berkeley, looking for enticing leftovers of cut hardwood, while wheeling around a little baby sporting a cast the color of pink cotton candy. If you had told me that this would be my life five years ago, I'd have told you to stop sniffing your Sharpies. But there I was and I came across quite a find. They had salvaged these huge, old Douglas fir beams from a 100-year old building on Harrison in San Francisco and I walked away with this four-foot long plank, with the most rad striated grain, for dirt cheap. I need to do this wood justice.
On Sunday, May 19, I'll be returning to the Albany Arts & Green Festival. Hope to see you there.