Most days in the shop are spent listening.
Deafening power tools. Knocking chisels.
The river of thought.

Reflections fill the in-between. Countless scattered observations about life arise surface while marking, measuring, sanding, planing, or waiting for glue to set.

Despite the noise, there's a quiet joy to making something in my garage.

In a world that never stops scrolling, these are my pauses, the thoughts I’ve overworked before returning to my hands.