Plywood is the weird old uncle of the wood world: it does what it needs to really well, but is often scooted into the back room or underneath a veneer when company arrives. 


I like the images that emerge when the top layers are carved away to reveal the plywood’s structure.  The patterns are the result of both the work of the birch tree and of human manufacturing.


See:

http://blueboathome.blogspot.com/search/label/plywood

For a log of the process.