05/11/2026
12 years ago, when I took these photos, I was building one of my very first River Tables. My two little girls would wander out to the shop in their pajamas to see what Dad was working on.
At the time, my shop was a single-car garage behind the little house we rented. It had four electrical outlets, one overhead light, and no windows. No heat either. Most mornings, regardless of the season, I would roll open the garage door at the beginning of the day and close it at night. It was cramped, cold, and required a lot of adaptability, but I was deeply thankful for that humble place to create.
Back then, we barely had enough money to stay above water. On paper, we were poor, but in reality our lives felt incredibly rich.
This little girl on the left just graduated high school, and somehow these photos feel a lot more emotional than they did when I first took them. π₯Ή