26.5.13

The Human Face

In honor of this week's Sepia Saturday, for those of you familiar with my ongoing series about my great-grandfather's adventures...

Newly discovered: the earliest known photograph of my great-grandfather David Blumenfeld. My guess is that this is taken sometime after 1902 when he opened his haberdashery shop (at the age of 37) in South St. Paul, Minnesota. Only then did he begin to "make a go of it" financially, where he might be tempted to have a portrait taken. I wonder if his lapel pin indicates that he is a Mason...  Anyway, a good-looking fellow whose demeanor belies the throes he'd been through so far.



Here's one of the last photos taken of him, which appeared in his obituary in 1956.

26.4.13

Daily Blah IV

This week's Sepia Saturday newspaperish theme provides me with an excuse for presenting another edition of The Daily Blah! This is an issue from 1936, when my father, the editor/writer, was 17... a mere 18 years before I was born. It gives a good "roundup" of local events in rural Livonia, Michigan.


The editor (left) and a cohort on the hood of the legendary Marmon

Uncle Clyde's renowned general store, Nelson's place of work
The "forest of signs" referred to on January 11 were all advertisements for various Old Dutch Mill products.
Bosco the delivery truck, I believe, and unknown driver (Aunt Gladys?)
If you missed them, there are a three previous Daily Blah posts: One, Two, and Three.

22.4.13

Beachfront Property

One of several abandoned houses adjacent to Commencement Bay (Tacoma, Washington).





20.4.13

Boatyard Blues

Sold our sailboat this week. We had it hauled out at Hylebos Marina in Tacoma to clean the hull so the surveyor could assess its state. While waiting for this, I wandered around the boatyard snapping the hardware, stained with years of assorted marine paintjobs.
Totem

Support I

Support II

Infinity

The Blue Man

13.4.13

Shroud of Factoria

The local P-patch continues to grow (spring being what it is), but April weather is also what it is: notoriously fickle. So the young plants must be swathed in cloth to keep the frost off. A perfect example of the beauty of a bit of blankness. Again I took the liberty of punching these shots up with a little watercolor effect.



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