Garrett Crawford

A Carpenter's Love

The room smelled of sawdust and glue as the old man’s fingers worked magic into his creations. The room was dimly lit, but it didn’t matter because the man had been at his craft for so long he could do it blindfolded. Wood shavings seemed to fall off his objects at tremendous speeds. If someone were to look at the block of wood before he started his craft they would never have guessed it would become that which he would eventually hold in his hands.