Winter

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The zip of the saw is lightly echoed from tree to tree. Hands worn but tireless flex as wood sprouts from the sawbuck only to be cut back again in an unyielding rhythm. The long cold waits patiently for the shortening of the day and slips in through the cracks while the wood makes ready.

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About Anthony Wilder

I am an artisan woodworker from Grand Rapids, MI. Woodworking is my passion and I do all my work with hand tools. We can learn a lot from past methods and mindsets and I am working towards teaching the lost art of working wood.
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