This week’s article courtesy of Serpentorslair staffer ‘Train‘!
I started thinking about writing this article about a month ago. It was at my nephews wedding that the interest was sparked when I noticed the photographer was very adamant about his job. He carried a pouch around his waist with various lenses, and he made distinct facial expressions and had precise phrased to capture perfect moments with pictures. I thought though how will I write an article about this. Today I thought about a time in my past where I had seen someone with such conviction about his work and the end result in it. I flashed back to 1986 where I helped my father build a massive two sided fire place. In the past I had focused on the Night Raven that I was promised for payment for my work in between 4th and 5th grade. A summers worth of work that I never got payment on.
Never the less I flashed back and looked at that summer in a very different perspective. I did a lot of hand mixing of cement that summer. Something really simple it would seem, but my father taught me the different mixtures one would need for various spots in the fire place. Add a little more sand, we need crushed stone for the base, that’s to dry, ETC, it all seemed menial to me, cement is cement. What I failed to see was the pride and workmanship my father took in building something that would last a long time and many people would look at it and see the quality in the work. My father particularly loved Stone work. He build many fireplaces and stone works, and he would place stones in just the right spots to create works of art.
A wise old person once told me you may become a street sweeper when you get older, but if you have pride you will become the best street sweeper ever. Workmanship goes back centuries, take the Egyptians who built the pyramids, the Trojan’s who built the horse, the French who made the Statue of Liberty, so on and so forth. It was the dedication and commitment to something that amazed me about the photographer and my father, like Michael Jordan who strived every night to be better than the night before. Sometimes in my own job I feel like I am their just to make money.
But there are those times that everything comes together like magic and I think to myself how on any particular night I quite possibly might be the only person that cared enough to pull everything together and have the end result be a perfect mixture of cement that will hold those bricks together for all ages to see. Not every work will be a masterpiece but if you take pride and give your all to your passion, somewhere along a long and hard fought battle you will acheive one perfect mixture of cement.