By Chillia Zoll
What can I tell you about being a builder? I can tell you that I love to toss numbers around in my head and figure out how to stretch lines into curves. A stationary nail connected to a string and tied to a pencil sets an easy arc to any piece of wood. This is usually how I start dreaming up rounded buildings and figuring out how wind, gravity, sunlight and snow will react.
Carpentry in Canada seems always to include late Falls in trenches, pouring concrete foundations. Gravel slipping into my wet carpenter’s pouch, rusting my common nails, losing my drill bits, and ruining my tape measure. Construction means numb fingers, blossoming pain tolerance and callused feelings. Continue reading