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I’ve had plenty of people ask where they are, these waves. How they might find them, when they occur, or if they’re easily accessible. If we’re friends, I might show you someday, one, or maybe two of those water hills which I’ve discovered for myself. But for anyone else, I’ll point our fingers towards the coastline and mutter something like ‘they’re out that way.’ Because some secrets are worth keeping.

Events before places

40094109055_442738ca89_b“I was born at the end of an era; when film was ending, and digital transformed itself into the standard media for how people took pictures and shared stories. My mother had this old nikon camera that I remember using when I was a young kid on trips up the coast. Trodding through neglected cottages, wild blueberry plains, and forgotten civil war forts with it around my neck, I considered myself an explorer charting newfound territories around Maine’s most privatized inlets and neglected infrastructure.  

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New York City is interesting in the same way that an assortment of stylish, however, mismatched socks is. You like so many of them individually, but you can’t just reach in and pull out a pair. You are at odds. Now, I’m not saying you there aren’t days when I could care less about wether my right foot is dark grey and my right, stark green, kind of like the south wall in my apartment, but I’m just entertaining the idea that sometimes I want things (my feet in this analogy) to look – and feel – a certain way. And so in New York, the situation can be similar to both a collection of gold-toe sock wearing, business seeking bunch like many old Andover dorm mates, (Quamme was all business — who cares for comfort anyways) and also a pair of bicycling Santa Claus socks that I had been given for Christmas one year (not really applicable everyday). You can start to envision the disorder.

New York is fun. I had a ball exploring all the food markets– just one single block revealed a more diverse palette of options than entire towns that I have lived in. It can be a place where incredible things happen, which could be refrained as tacos are always in season. I don’t envision it being a place where I could become complacent. For now, its an interesting collective of ideas. I would be able to do a lot of art in a big city, and might actually sell it for what I think it’s worth. I would predict many late nights in an odd apartment. More tacos. More Chinese food. Much more dim sum. More studios where everyone is gripped for real estate. More long runs. More skateboard commuting. More wacky finds at flea markets. More of a lot of great things.

Classic Flight of the Conchords… If you haven’t seen it. Caught on a flyer in the city.


Walnut Hatchet Fin



Around two years ago, I found a really sweet piece of walnut. It was someones off-cut, clear as day, being weirdly thin and not quite rectilinear.  The lighter edge will tell you that this piece has a splash of outer layer wood contrasting the dark heartwood grain. I was able to sketch a fin on this gold piece of  scrap, create a diagonal cut, and insert my own walnut and oak endgrain checker pattern. The 21 1/2 squares are blocked by thin maple stringers, clamped between the walnut. Great project, but only time will tell if this fin ever sees time in the ocean. For now its a cool show piece.

Living Edge


There’s plenty of weird people in the Pacific Northwest. There’s the wonderfully weird, the extremely strange and the ‘it’s kinda hard to tell’ type. Luckily, there are plenty of designers that drive their art and architecture from our inspiring skyscrapers, in all of their lush green glory. It’s true, the PNW is truly an inspiring place and for now I find something about rain to be relaxing (I hope I still say that in the spring).

I built this live edge coffee table the week before I left. With taller legs I suppose it could become an dining table also. Lots of interesting swirls, curls, and undulating lines reminded me of a river delta, while the funky bowed shape was totally an unforeseen organic play that I couldn’t erase even if I tried. Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow…

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Pacific Northwest

43843301265_0ee1876fca_o.jpgToday I sit in my Eugene apartment for the second morning staring at my base camp duffel bag. Wednesday I was surfing the east coast some two thousand miles away from me now. I knew it would be the last time I surfed for awhile, but I had no idea just how long I’d have to wait. It was bittersweet. Flash forward a few days, and I was back in Utah, having the best weekend of my life with Erin, apprehensively packing my belongings into the aforementioned cargo carrier, preparing for a journey to the Pacific Wonderland state. Funny the way it is when you are finally doing what you always wanted to, but leaving things and people that you love.

What might fit in two carry ons that accompanied me on this journey might surprise you. A skateboard, full size yoga mat, inflatable sleeping pad, climbing shoes, blundstones, minimalist puffy and a laptop among a comfortable set of clothes for multiple types of endeavours. With Bikeflights (FedEx) transporting most of my belongings and taking nearly a week for their holy delivery, I’ve been tasked with ‘living out of a suitcase’ for more than a few days. Lets just call that living simply instead. So I spent several days packing, and repacking, then finally engineering my three bike boxes, one of which actually containing a bike as its main contents.  And then I packed my shit – yet again – and departed the comfort of Utah for the cooler weather of Portland/Eugene. Here we go.