There are many examples of the Midwest’s influence on culture My favorite examples are in photos and fabric. But this past weekend, I got to fully appreciate where I grew up.
Friday started with me driving home early to meet with my parent’s neighbor to discuss a brochure and postcard I’m designing for him. I got confused on the meeting time and realizing I had time to kill, I stopped at the Medina Antique Mall to pick up a housewarming present for my friend. I wanted to get her something for her “Lady Room,” the female equivalent to a man cave. Personally, I think man caves are cliché and lame, but a room that is over-the-top ultra feminine, especially when it is a feminist decorating it, this I can support.
I digress. The antique mall is in a practically deserted strip mall on Route 18. I remember coming to this store as a child. At the time it was about a 40 minute drive from our home and the was the closest major grocery store. Now it houses the Antique Mall, a bar (Dirty Cowboys) and some school. It looked so seedy and sad. Though the Antique mall was incredibly awesome and had everything you would ever want (including sweater clips-like the ones I saw on Glee!) I scored something for Michelle and found accessories for my Mad Men costume.
I continued home but first stopped at the Amish stand across the street from my parents. Dropped $10 and left with a box of apples, onions, potatoes, a butternut squash and a pie. Awesome. Now I just need to figure out how to cook a butternut squash.
The day was grey and foggy and I had time to kill after my meeting so I did some shooting. When they completed the work expanding 71, ODOT just left machinery behind. The perfect subject for my current project:

Notice the shotgun shell casing. Some local boys were bored and shot out the windows.




Other than my meeting with the Amish guy, I also came home to work a festival for my brother. Pioneers in the Park was small, free and I expected it to be lame. But instead, there were firemen selling chilli for $2.50, someone was making butter that you could sample, and there was hot apple cider being made over an open fire. That Saturday morning, on my way to the fest, the sun was out and I was amazed by how bright and vibrant the changing leaves looked. Maybe because it was such a relief from all the grey days before it.
























