I bought my first canoe paddle from a French Canadian by mistake. I was supposed to buy bread from his neighbor in a tiny town of La Mauricie, Quebec. I stepped into his small shop- instead of the bakery, which was really a workshop. It was dusty, as was he. I bought what’s called a beaver tail, made of pine, maple and walnut strips, and lost it a few years later on the Batten Kill river- headwaters of the Hudson River in New York. I still think about that beautiful paddle, regretting not looking around one more time when loading up, running late, hungry. Mourning ever since, I’ve since made dozens that look almost identical, most of which I’ve given away. This junk paddle is not all that different, other than it’s made from train-line scrap, junk wood found between Frankston train station and my office (2.2k of hunting grounds), serving the purpose of showing students, and now you, that you can make something beautiful, functional and purposeful from seemingly nothing. Behold, junk paddle!