My Dad's workbench, taken this past Easter Sunday, 3 days after he passed away. 6 or 7 photographs here, and yes, I know they don't match up perfectly. I stood in the same place rather than walk down the length of the bench while taking them, but I got what I wanted. This is a real do-it-yourselfer workbench. He could do it all. It was as if he had just stepped outside for a break; everything was out and ready. On the left side, the pad on the coffee can has a list of lawn & garden items he was to pick up that weekend. After taking these pictures, I had to fix my mom's lamp there, and was so strangely nervous. He would have done a better job. I know this may not be art, but to me it's everything. Not trying to be a downer here at all. This is my tribute!