Passed a workshop with the garage door up and stopped for a second.
A guy inside was checking a table leg with calipers, then checking it again before he wrote anything down. No rush to it at all. Measure, look, measure again.
I don’t do woodwork, but that kind of patience is exactly what pulls me toward the camera on slow afternoons. I mostly walk without much of a plan, and something like this stops me faster than anything staged would.
He didn’t even look up when I took the shot. Too focused on getting the cut right the first time…
Stood there longer than I needed to. Watching someone else be careful with their hands is its own kind of rest.