They laughed at me when I asked if I could take a photo. The Bohemian’s family may have expected I’d be snapping shots of castles and ornate statuary on our visit to the Czech Republic, but not pictures inside the shed on the side of their house.

For me, those hundreds of carefully cut pieces of wood, and the piles of freshly harvested garlic, were just as picture-worthy. What a labor! An art serving great function.

To them, it’s ordinary. To me, a master work.