Not having written for over a year and a half, I'm having a hell of a time composing a worthwhile post with any sort of elegance. So, in short, I moved to Boston and am learning make furniture at North Bennet Street School in the city's old North End. One of my teachers looks like, and undoubtedly is, a wizard and the other three teachers are exceptional themselves. Alongside seven other students from a range of generations and life experiences, I started the two-year program in September and have loved every second of it. Even when the tool doesn't work, you cut the wrong thing, your joinery is wicked bad (Boston linguistic vernacular), at the end of the day you're still woodworking and how much can you really complain about that? I spend over 9 hours a day at school and often go in on Saturdays when the building is open. While some would take that as a symptom of person-losing-mind, it actually makes me quite happy.
Here's a smattering of photos from my time here so far.
Here's a smattering of photos from my time here so far.