Here lies photographic evidence of my woodworking journey—proof that I’ve been busy, occasionally competent, and frequently confused by my own tape measure. These creations range from “Hey, that’s not bad!” to “Is it supposed to lean like that?”

Each piece was built with love, sweat, and at least one moment where I considered faking an injury to get out of finishing it. Some were made with help from my kids, others under the watchful eye of my wife, who still hasn’t forgiven me for staining the dog’s tail.

So go ahead, scroll through. Admire. Laugh. Question my grasp of right angles. Just remember: every photo represents one less light switch I had to flip that day