8/22/13 – Yard Sale
Thinking this may be my next project: a collection of yard and garage sale signs.
Just the good ones, though. This one seems particularly haphazard, with the tape and the arrow in pen.
Thinking this may be my next project: a collection of yard and garage sale signs.
Just the good ones, though. This one seems particularly haphazard, with the tape and the arrow in pen.
I don’t do many landscape-type shots, but the morning light and the fog in the field made this one a must-grab.
Turns out Jordan grew up in the town next to mine growing up, attending a rival high school at about the same time.
But it was his alma mater, his wife’s job, and his own first job in the financial world that brought him up to Harbor Springs, Mich. Now? He’s a barber.
In a tourist town like Harbor Springs, about 10 minutes around the bay from Petoskey, Jordan says his Harbor Barber shop does good business. Fifteen customers a day during the winter, and upwards of 40 during the summer.
He says it’s tiring, being on his feet all day, looking down at customers. But the money is good.
“You can still make a good living doing this,” he said.
Just do the math: $15 for a shave and a haircut. Forty customers a day in the summer.
Jordan says the old straight razors could nick a customer, and then transfer some of the blood onto the leather strap. Cross-contamination. So he uses the disposal razors, but treats them in the old-timey way.
The whole old-timey shave is a novelty, he says. Customers, though, enjoy the ritual: the warm towel, putting your feet up, the patient pace of the job.
Some of the guys felt like they could’ve gone to sleep after The Towel Treatment. Especially after a long night of drinking.
The bench comes from the southern part of the state. The stool comes from Georgia, but the metal was manufactured in St. Louis.
One room. One stool. One sink. One customer after the other.
Nothing beats a good farmer’s market – especially when it’s jam-packed with good stuff.
There’s a part of me that could sit down and eat every peach and red raspberry in the joint, at least mentally. Physically…well…
The color. The smell. The craving. It’s all there, man.
Our own local super hero.
I remember almost wrecking my car the first time I saw him, walking down Michigan Ave. in downtown Jackson.
“This can’t be real,” I thought.
But there he was.
Now, he makes appearances and public events, parades, and almost every Chamber of Commerce event in town, promoting safety and self defense.
Captain Jackson tends to be a local shame point. The oh-my-gosh-he’s-here-again kind of reaction. He’s pretty harmless though.
I have this list of things I want to stop and photograph on my way into work. Concord, Mich. has quite a few little things like this sign that are on my list.
This month-long project is the perfect excuse to pull over, grab the camera, and check one off the list.
I’ve watched these weeds envelop this sign all summer long. Now I got it.