Paintings by Samantha Keely Smith
Title: Dante Alighieri, The Inferno, Canto XII, line 87
The first book I read as a college freshman, just for pleasure, was The Inferno. These paintings by Samantah Keely Smith are even more beautiful than what I pictured in my mind.
(via Necessity brings him here, not pleasure – but does it float)
I knew my dad went “country” when he bought an old John Deere farm tractor and drove it in the Memorial Day parade (and when he started listening to country music, and when he bought two cows for slaughter).
My grandpa had an agricultural museum in his barn filled with mysterious tools and gadgets from his Depression-era farming life. He’d always ask, “Do you know what this used to do?” Of course I didn’t.
So my rural roots don’t run deep, per se, but they’re there. I do like to keep my garden, and I do think old guys in suspenders and unironic trucker hats performing in a tractor pull is pretty fun.
Today ends the month-long On Taking Pictures photography challenge. One month of images, one per day, every day of the month.
We almost never buy the item we buy because it excels at a certain announced metric. Almost no one drives the fastest car or chooses the most efficient credit card. No, we buy a story.
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It’s why I’m an Apple, Canon, and Warby Parker fan. They make things other people make. But the one thing they make that no one else makes is themselves.
Get it?
Saturday was the last big sale day for my favorite local comic shop. Leonard, the owner, is retiring as of Labor Day.
The good news, however, is that he may have found a buyer for the place. They have to get things worked out with the bank, but otherwise it’s a go.
That’s my friend Jon Hart in the background, there, digging through the alternative titles. I’m mainly a Spidey and X-Men guy, myself.
Another great on-my-way-to-work shot.
It was move-in day at the college on Friday, so I went in a bit early. And boy, am I glad I did. The sun was a bit lower on the horizon. Hence: this.
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.
