CelloDan
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Hi folks, forgive me for deviating from this thread a little.
I thought about posting elsewhere however this is directly related to our island adventure so I'll share it here with a bit of context.
I'd like to show you what I worked on today in my little woodturning shop.
I wanted to bring something that would remind us of the good time we had out in nature on that island.
As we were about to leave I noticed that there were a few logs leftover from our fire.
The rangers come once a day and refill a container with bags of hardwood. You take how many bags you need and leave a check/credit card info in a safe besides the wood.
And so it happens that a couple log were saved from the fire
( notice the green bags and the wood by the tree )
And I brought them home.
This one had a lot of spalting going on
I cut it in half and mounted it on the lathe.
I was beyond happy with how things were "turning out"
. The wood certainly had a lot of character 
Just as I was about to take the piece off the lathe disaster struck.
As I was applying the final polish I cranked the rpm to high. This, made worse by the excessive pressure I was applying from the inside to buff the piece caused it to break and sent 1/3 of the bowl flying, hitting the back wall of my shop.
I was so very disappointed, my heart literally sank. This piece was coming out perfect and I wanted it to be that special memento of our adventure.
I took it off the lathe and glued the huge chunk that had broken off. Still there was a small piece missing. I searched in the pile of wood shavings on the floor but no luck.
So I mounted the other half of the log and started going at it again.
Turning wood is almost meditative. As I turned the second bowl I decided to keep working on the first one and save it.
I was reminded of the Japanese art of "Kintsugi" where broken bowls are repaired with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum, As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise. It is similar to the Japanese philosophy of wabi-sabi, an embracing of the flawed or imperfect
So here it is
When I came inside and showed it to my wife and my daughters they all agreed that the "broken" one was the nicest and the one we should keep if I ever decided to give away one of them
It is is a lesson for me. No everything has to be perfect because actually nothin is ever perfect.
Our adventure was not perfect either, but it was a beautiful and memorable experience
I thought about posting elsewhere however this is directly related to our island adventure so I'll share it here with a bit of context.
I'd like to show you what I worked on today in my little woodturning shop.
I wanted to bring something that would remind us of the good time we had out in nature on that island.
As we were about to leave I noticed that there were a few logs leftover from our fire.
The rangers come once a day and refill a container with bags of hardwood. You take how many bags you need and leave a check/credit card info in a safe besides the wood.
And so it happens that a couple log were saved from the fire

( notice the green bags and the wood by the tree )

And I brought them home.
This one had a lot of spalting going on

I cut it in half and mounted it on the lathe.


I was beyond happy with how things were "turning out"



Just as I was about to take the piece off the lathe disaster struck.
As I was applying the final polish I cranked the rpm to high. This, made worse by the excessive pressure I was applying from the inside to buff the piece caused it to break and sent 1/3 of the bowl flying, hitting the back wall of my shop.
I was so very disappointed, my heart literally sank. This piece was coming out perfect and I wanted it to be that special memento of our adventure.
I took it off the lathe and glued the huge chunk that had broken off. Still there was a small piece missing. I searched in the pile of wood shavings on the floor but no luck.
So I mounted the other half of the log and started going at it again.

Turning wood is almost meditative. As I turned the second bowl I decided to keep working on the first one and save it.
I was reminded of the Japanese art of "Kintsugi" where broken bowls are repaired with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum, As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise. It is similar to the Japanese philosophy of wabi-sabi, an embracing of the flawed or imperfect
So here it is




When I came inside and showed it to my wife and my daughters they all agreed that the "broken" one was the nicest and the one we should keep if I ever decided to give away one of them

It is is a lesson for me. No everything has to be perfect because actually nothin is ever perfect.
Our adventure was not perfect either, but it was a beautiful and memorable experience
