I loved building things that were taller than me. I was a tree fort kid.

I grew up surrounded by trees—climbing them, building in them, imagining in them.

We all have a tree. That one tree you’ll always remember.

Woodworking brought me back—to an artistic expression, to my inner kid, to the deeply adult feeling of legacy.

Trees outlast us. They hold our air, our history, our homes.

Trees hold our memories longer than we do.

So here I am.

I build things that outlast me, for you.