While finishing college I worked for a stonemason in my hometown of Boothbay, Maine. The tactile nature of touching, lifting and fitting stones together was a welcomed contrast to the more theoretical experience of a liberal arts education.

After school I took a job with the National Park Service complete with brown polyester pants, green shirt and a funny hat. Walking the hills of the Marin Headlands, just across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco, I often found myself daydreaming about things I wanted to build with stone.

I moved to Maui. Floating in the Pacific one sunny Sunday morning near Lahaina, staring up at that paradise-blue sky, again I found myself placing stones together in my mind.

One day I listened to that voice. I moved back to Maine and started working with stone full time. In the nearly twenty years since my life has been completely taken over by stone.