The old, windows in my front room that need reparation. The older, wood I will use to spice in where rotted sections are removed.
There is just no alternative to it, this old-growth conifer wood out of the pacific northwest. Wood so dense and consistent that it can be like planing plastic, but then plastic that has grown itself over hundreds of years in harsh yet ideal conditions and gives off such a good smell when you cut into it, is hard and yet cuts easily leaving a glass like sheen as a result.
What a shame that it is a resource of the past, exploited beyond sustainable use by industrial capitalists, in reality stolen for the sake of money.
But when we run across some in our work, it’s time to make a good use of it and most of all enjoy this great material.