Me and my dad is busy in the wood workshop in our home. In a previous post, I wrote about our little (actually big) project of redoing the kitchen countertops. We have been so busy between doing this, going to family gatherings (it is after all the end of the year) and dying of heat. (It is almost 35 degrees celsius every day.) I have not been able to do anything else. Carrying huge pieces of wood up and down the workshop and being cautious of the equipment that can either kill you or hurt you real bad, I am so tired at the end of the day I cannot do anything.

I got the idea today to "steal" some hidden shots of my dad working. I think some of the shots came out real nice, and he was sports to "pose" while doing not-so-dangerous work. It is mostly a two-person job, so I cannot really bring my camera with plus there is so much sawdust I do not want my camera in the workshop. In any case, I stole some images when we were at a stage where I could. Please enjoy them, a rather "intimate" look into our little wood workshop. I will also write some musings about life underneath some of the images. Without further ado, please enjoy.

The Fickle Nature of Life: Intimate Photographs from the Workshop

After we die, all will be displaced, or in place. Stuck in time, nothing will move our tools but time and decay.

It doesn't matter how much you measure, there will always be some inconsistency at the end of the day from a different perspective. Level, plane, square, from a different angle it might look crooked.

Holding onto things will only make you fear losing them, but holding onto nothing will only make you fear losing control over holding onto nothing.

The correctness of your tools determines how square the end product will be. At the end of the day, when you start with a small error, the product will be unsalvageable.

Our nature is so unstable and chaotic, although we place rigid structures around them to maintain the illusion of understanding. When you look closely, meaning disappears and chaotic-beauty takes over.

Feeling with your hands, not letting machines take over, we gain an insight into life that few will ever have. Feeling, smelling, touching, tasting, and reflecting on these things, a chaotic-beauty turns into something concrete, even though fleeting.

Concluding Remarks

Thank you so much for reading and visiting. All the images were taken with a Nikon D300 and old Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 lense. The musings came to me while standing so close to a spinning blade that you could smell death. I hope you enjoyed this intimate photographic journey with me. To end, look at how nicely my figs are growing.