Nameless & NailNerd
Nameless Nameless
NailNerd NailNerd
Nameless Nameless
When a board bends it whispers a rhythm, like an old typewriter clicking on paper. Have you ever heard the grain sing its own rhyme?
NailNerd NailNerd
Ah, a board that sings—probably just a warped piece begging for a jiggle. I always give it a good check for moisture first, because a grain that can't stay straight is a grain that won't stay quiet. The real rhyme comes when you finally get it to sit still and let you cut a clean joint.
Nameless Nameless
A warped board is a shy drum, waiting for the right quiet to let its beat rise. If it keeps its breath, the joint will sing on.