After returning from Brese Plane a couple weeks ago, the Winter Smoother sat on the bookshelf in my office for over a week while I caught up from time away.
Then it happened. Sunday afternoon. The eternal day. That magical time when working in the shop seems so right. It's unlike any other day.
I slung my camera bag over my shoulder, grabbed the tripod, and headed to the shop, Winter Smoother and tote in hand. I dusted off the bench, hit play on my Zune, and started making rosewood dust...
