A middle-aged butcher in a crimson stained apricot and dusty apron stands at a wooden table under harsh fluorescent lighting. The room features blue-tinted walls, filled with hanging cured meats, mirroring the butcher’s resilient stance. He is animatedly sharing his butchering method, the camera capturing his movements with a handheld quality. His hands, bruise-colored and gristly, wield a cleaver, poised above a large slab of meat. The rest of the room falls into out-of-focus and a shallow depth of field concentrates our attention on the immediate action. From a high angle, the viewer is looking down on the scene, the balance created by the placement of butcher, cleaver, and meat. The feeling of motion instills suspense, what will happen next? There’s a potential tension before the blade comes down, a moment frozen in time.