John Coffer makes tintype photographs using the wet-plate collodion process he learned from nineteenth-century manuals, and he lives the way his subject matter suggests: off the grid, in a cabin he built himself in the woods of upstate New York. The film follows him through his daily routine, chopping wood, tending the homestead, and working in the darkroom tent he uses to coat and develop plates on site. His camera equipment is largely handmade or scavenged, and the film lingers on the mechanics of the tintype process itself, the mixing of chemicals, the timing of exposures, the silver-gray images that emerge from the bath. Coffer talks about why he chose this life, trading modern convenience for a slower, self-sufficient existence built around a nearly obsolete craft. It is a quiet character study more than an argument, letting the woodsmoke, the tools, and Coffer's own unhurried explanations carry the portrait of a man who makes his living, and his home, by hand.