“Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” ~ Rumi
I said yesterday that I was having some fun at The Clock Shop. Here’s some more fun. Not exactly what I was after but it’s a start. Every journey starts with the first step, right?
I paid a visit to my friend LaTosha Hall at The Clock Shop where she’s been apprenticing when she’s not working at UK. I took along my new macro lens for a closer look at gears and such. It did not disappoint. I love this kind of little adventure. There’s no end to glorious things to photograph in this unique shop. Thanks, Tosha, for letting me enjoy your super cool gig.
For a while now my friend LaTosha Hall has been working on Fridays at The Clock Shop on Short Street. If memory serves, she met Edgar the owner (above in his standard Edgar pose) when she happened in to ask his help with music boxes for her handmade felt rabbits. They struck up a friendship and she’s been lending a hand, and learning the art of clock repair, ever since. I’ve threatened to come see her in the shop for probably two years. On Friday, the universe saw fit to have a parking spot open in front of the shop. I had to go in! The window display has fascinated me for years, so I suspected the inside would, too. It did not disappoint. It was like walking into a shop straight out of a Harry Potter novel. LaTosha introduced me to Edgar and I saw immediately why she hangs out with him. Here is a man with thousands of stories, who has led many lives in this one life, who loves simple pleasures and magic. Half the store is filled with magician wares and toys, and the other half with clocks of every kind you can imagine. meeting Edgar (sadly I didn’t catch his last name) was a pure delight, and LaTosha is always fun to be around. Together, they helped make Friday an incredible day.