So I left the studio to have lunch with a friend. Our shop is lucky enough to be in the heart of Northside Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Nearby, a vacant lot is being drilled, dug up, and tamped down. It changes shape every day, and I truly have no idea what it will become. It makes me happy because I love to be a long term witness to the massive and rapid changes here. But I am also concerned. On one corner, you might find an old man patching up the old mortar that holds his fragile stoop together. On the next, a crane unloads massive steel beams. A concrete truck (the third of the day) dumps its soup-like slurry into the new basement foundation of a luxurious condo. Food for thought. I return to the studio to cut wood, and to plan.