Digging Into My Past

I found a handful of pictures from thirty years ago. The drawings were still there. A mid-sized chest made from mesquite with some accents in walnut. The pictures had faded a little but were representative of my early designs back in the 1990s. I enjoyed the memory of making them, yes, but what I enjoyed the more was driving my 1951, one-ton flatbed Dodge truck onto the million acres of land to harvest the mesquite trees in a wilderness only a handful of people might ever know. I could drive that land all day and never meet a soul nor be seen by one.The forty-year-younger Paul Sellers in Reagan Wells, Texas, in and around 1989.My work as a furniture maker through the decades has taught me patience. At fifteen miles an hour in the desert amongst the yuccas and prickly pears, the dry heat, and the uniqueness of Texas living 30 miles from the nearest gas station and shop, it took me two hours of solid driving to reach the oasis of mesquites that thrived in an isolated cluster of a…