Calumet - Keweenaw

Enter: a young guy with a clean shave and a chiselled lower jaw bone, wearing a duster and a stetson. He pauses, glances around distrustful and raises his head towards the sun. With a trained offhandedness he digs deep into the right pocket of the duster, gets out a stick of licorice, bites off a bit, and starts walking towards the north end of town.

Enter: a petite and sturdy middle-aged woman with fair skin and deep-red made up lips, her hair bundled into a knot on the upper back of her head, wearing a long velvet dress of a deep royal blue and bright red shoes with medium sized heels. With seeming ease she carries a viola da gamba and a bow in her left hand and self-assuredly starts walking towards the chair placed in the center of town-square. 

Enter: an older guy with a greyish shadow around his chin and crow´s feet around weary, yet concentrated eyes, wearing a duster and a stetson. He pauses, glances around shortly and raises his head towards the sun. With a relaxed offhandedness he digs deep into the left pocket of the duster, gets out a piece of chewing tobacco, bites off a bit, throws the rest away and starts walking towards the south end of town.

The clean, crisp air is filled with a soft Marin Marais and carries away all evil. The young and the older guy look at the ground dumbfoundedly as if looking for something, a small bit of their manly everyday attire or a half dollar that may have slipped through the hole in the trouser. But it was just a load of bad attitude that was kicked out of their body case by a cleansed soul.

Clasping her instrument, the woman transcended into the music she played as if riding an eternal wave.

(from Songs Without Music)

All pictures taken in Calumet, Keweenaw Peninsula, UP Michigan.

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