Yesterday, a childhood memory that was all but forgotten was brought back into my consciousness. My father, who was an architect in Philadelphia, took me to meet George Nakashima and to see his work at his studio in New Hope Pennsylvania. I must have been all of seven years old, which would have made it 1972. I remember the wood so vividly; so smooth and rich in color and grain. And I remember a very kind, peaceful man. I was an extremely shy child, but I felt comfortable with Mr. Nakashima. Looking at these images today, I feel a great connection to that day and a special fondness for him and his work. Images from Moderne Gallery & artnet.