Krenov ruminating on wood and ways of working with wood, speaking of ""a beautifully made drawer with its own light whisper and its light movement,"" might be Menuhin musing on music and violin-playing--with the advantage of an array of sensitive photos to capture the ""mood and method."" This is an unusual attempt to share, even instill, a passion for fine craftsmanship by a man whose life has been out of the ordinary too. Though he settled in Sweden after WW II, Krenov was born in Siberia, spent his early years among the Alaskan Indians. whose handiwork and legends he recalls, and grew up on the shores of Puget Sound, where he built and sailed boats. Now he follows his star in a Stockholm workshop, not trying for originality but ""to find the sort of people for whom there is another originality--that of the quiet object in unquiet times."" You'll covet his cabinet with the finger-tip handles, his table with the gently flared legs and, more to the point, perhaps, look twice at the next wooden piece you see.