Every piece starts here: a Manitoba tree that was coming down anyway, cut, hauled, and resting in the yard until the wood tells me what it wants to be. These are their records. When a piece is carved from one of them, it inherits its tree's whole story.
This is the St. Vital ash, read from the heart outward. Move your finger across the rings. Every ring is a year that actually happened in Winnipeg.
Four trees on file so far, each with its end grain photographed the day it entered the yard. Cut years on record; exact streets being added.