It falls, floods, and soaks into everything, carving stone, feeding rainforest, and staining the fiords a deep amber. This journal entry explores how that constant presence of water not only defines the landscape, but also leaves its mark on the timber we recover and the pieces we create.

Before we can build, we have to find it. The tide sets the window, the weather sets the mood, and Frank usually knows where to look.

From bait boy to boat skipper to log salvager, Frank has spent decades on the Fiordland coast, spotting value where others see nothing, and turning fallen trees into lasting pieces of art.