A couple of decades back, somewhat awestruck, I
held a simple — primitive, really — wooden car model as old as I was, nothing more than a block of
wood that had been
sliced longitudinally at an angle on both sides sometime in the late 1930s so its transverse cross section became a symmetrical trapezoid.
I acquired some cedar
wood slices along my travels and added them as a platform to
hold one my my glittered candle jars, a votive I made out of a tin can and book pages and a golden bird from my stash.