A snake charmer stands, examining coils that drape from his neck, looping through both his hands. When his grip lets them loose, the serpants will glide to a limb in the air, twisting into a noose. A sailor takes ground in the nest of his ship, where he'll spy for the crew, survey all that's around. His shipmates are heard on the deck underneath: working and looking up north for a word. A surgeon begins to make cuts in limbs splendid, wounding to heal that which must be attended. With careful precision, his skillful maneuvers introduce purpose to every inscision. A spider takes flight, soaring down through the sky. But no, look! A single strand holds up his plight. He floats his way through with an ease that extends when he lands back on earth. He has more work to do. Charming and spying and healing and flying. The work of an arborist: much more than climbing.