The first house we owned was a 576 sq. ft. place on 47th street in Yellowknife in the '70's. Not long after we began ripping out partitions, etc as part of a remodelling plan, Dad flew up from Ontario to lend a hand. He would have been about sixty.
This photo was taken in the back yard where he spent a large part of an afternoon enjoying the sun and whittling on a scrap of wood. When he was finished, he had a wooden latch for the front gate. It would have been far easier to walk to the hardware store and buy a metal latch, but he wanted to give us something that he made himself. I don't think he'd ever made one before, and he was curious to see if he could do it.
I realize now that I didn't only learn from Dad a love of wood; I also learned to try things even if I didn't know how they would turn out.