Backwards in the doorway, standing over a woodturning lathe— a gnarled fist of cherry-root burl being mounted on a mandrel. His workbench fills the shed, a walk-in tool chest, shelves of finishes and solvents, sandpapers and abrasive paste, a chamois, trays of tiny hardware. He makes Raw blanks rest upright in a slot, pernambúco, brazilwood, ebony for the frog. A sheaf of horsetail hair drapes from a peg.
