Winter arrived sooner than expected that year. The shop was ready for it though. Windows and doors were installed along with the metal roof, soffits, and siding, all before the first snow came. Aldo was able to work on the interior through that cold, building desks and work stations and storage cabinets throughout. The boulder, he wrapped with an “L” shaped drafting table where much of his concept designs would be done.
A path had to be carved frequently through the waist deep snow from the lake house to the shop. The surrounding area remained silent that winter, the snow acting like sound attenuating insulation across the hillside, absorbing any frequencies that attempted to travel across it. And the days there would transition between light snowfall to pounding blizzards that would white out any visibility and then to days of beautiful sun where the reflection off the glistening sheets of white were enough to blind.
Aldo was able to move all his tools and materials into the shop that winter, leaving the shipping container empty to collect snow until the spring. He spent most of the snowy season experimenting and honing his craft. Real clients and real projects were yet to exist for him, though he was confident something would turn up but didn’t really know how it would when he was living in a remote location. No one knew where he was or how to contact him, still, Aldo knew a project would come his way before long.
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