When I stopped to talk with the baker, I could feel her warmth.
I asked about the bread boards. I admired the fine craftsmanship of the boards, the worn wooden surface, and the pattern of cut marks from serrated knives slicing freshly-baked bread. Her fingers danced lightly across the grain as though caressing a loved one.
We talked for a few minutes about the life of a maker. I told her I knew it was hard work – baking. And she acknowledged, yes it was. She shared that she longed to visit the bakery as a customer and just sit and enjoy the experience. We talked about the trade-offs when your work is something you love. Less money. More joy.
When I complimented the baked goods and the cappuccino and the lovely ambiance, she beamed. She is a part of this fine business, Sub Rosa Bakery, that makes life better for so many.
Before we parted ways, she said something simple and profound.
I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
Wearing my camera around my neck, I said that I feel the same about making pictures.
As my youngest son prepares to graduate from college this spring, and the pressure to get a job falls upon his shoulders, I wish I could convince him of this lesson.