So, I might have mentioned this before, but my old man's a hell of a photographer. (Check it out: http://photographybywm.com/index.html No, seriously, check it out. I'll wait.) The last time I went up to visit, he was putting on a bit of a show to celebrate the release of a calendar he produced that focuses on the inimitable women in his little town. I helped him out with a couple of minor things, and in return, he gave me a photograph. An amazing one.
Well, I couldn't just tack it up on the wall, and I was in need of a little shop time after spending way too much time at my desk, so I took a day off and hied myself out to the garage one fine spring Friday.
It went something like this...
First, get big stick:
(In this case, the stick was western red cedar - a little piece left over from making the closet doors for my neighbours.)
Next, make stick flat:
Realize how long it's been since you did any basic saw maintenance and spend a gloriously happy 30 minutes making everything clean and shiny and not squeaky:
Turn stick into smaller sticks:
When it doubt, go BIG:
I swear I JUST cleaned that:
That's a good start to a profile:
Profile's done, gotta cut the rabbet:
Sandy Sanding McSanderson
Splines! (And four coats or so of finish.)
Hopefully a frame worthy of the picture it was made to hold (and hanging in the front hall):
