Photo of the Now, vol. 201

Last Friday, I visited La Jolla Fine Jewelry in downtown Chelsea to get a few pictures of their jewelry-making process for an upcoming feature in the Standard.


No, La Jolla doesn’t sell strange blue rings.  These are the wax forms used to design the rings and cast the molds.


Owner Curtis Gough looks over some of the molds he’s accumulated over the years.


“…And then I put the marshmallow in there and heat it until it’s ready for a tasty s’more.”  (Seriously: he uses the torch to melt the metal of choice in the Gravy Boat of Doom — well, maybe I can’t remember its real name, okay? — and then he spins the whole thing around like a playground merry-go-round to force the metal into the mold to create the jewelry.  Hooray, physics!)


Stephen Kolokithas isn’t mixing a drink; he’s mixing the mold material.  You don’t want to drink that material unless you want a mold of your esophagus.  (You don’t want that.  You really, really don’t.)


That’s DEFINITELY not pancake batter.


Do they ever take off those magnifying visors?  My sources say no.  In fact, I suspect the best jewelers are born with magnifying visors on their heads.


When his employees get hungry, Curtis bakes a batch of tasty cookies in La Jolla’s oven.  (Actually, he’s putting a mold into the oven; about an hour later, he’ll take it out, and it’ll be baked solid, but not tasty.  Then he can pair it with the Gravy Boat of Doom.)


Curtis still works with his mother, Gloria; however, Gloria doesn’t enjoy being in front of a camera, so I had to settle for getting a photo of a photo.


Okay, so this is just plain cool: Curtis has a laser welder to help him with his very precise work.  He told us the welding beam is thinner than a human hair, which makes it somewhere around the width of the average supermodel.  I know it’s hard to imagine, but it’s true!  (The part about the beam, not the part about the average supermodel.  Science still has no way to measure the thickness of the average supermodel.)


Though the laser welder is cool, the craft of a jeweler still requires low-tech hands-on work; here, Curtis is grinding down the prongs before he mounts the jewel.


A jeweler’s workbench, Curtis told us, should always be a bit of a mess; that means he’s busy.  (Does that mean my messy desk is a good sign, too?  No, probably not.)  Here, Curtis is busy forming the prongs around the jewel.


When I showed Curtis one of the pictures I’d taken, he glanced at the screen, decided the image was too small, and flipped down his magnifying visor to get a better look.  (That’s not what he’s doing here; he’s still seating the jewel in the mount.
This just happened to be the best opportunity to tell that story.)


This is a glimpse inside the outrageously cool laser welder.  The jewel is now mounted on the ring, and Curtis is using the welder to secure the diamond to the prongs.


What, you think it’s just automatically shiny and pretty when it comes out of the mold?  Of course not!  Stephen would never let a piece of jewelry go out the door without the proper finishing work.

Photo of the Now, vol. 200

First, an historical note: this marks the 200th photo feature here on the blog, a milestone that comes nearly three years and two name changes — one of the feature, and one of the blog itself — after the first photo post on 31 August 2006.

After sharing an evening with Sounds & Sights, Chelsea’s Summerfest had Friday night all to itself.  The evening was highlighted by a car show on Middle Street.


Melvin, the proud owner of this 1927 Chrysler, was happy to spend his time answering questions about his car.


He tried calling the engine of the Aston Martin, but oddly enough, it didn’t answer.


Upon noticing that I was taking his picture, Doug pedaled over to me and told me he follows this blog.  So: Hi, Doug, and thanks for reading!


They say face and arm paintings are just gateway art to more serious adornments like tattoos.  Don’t they?

Photo of the Now, vol. 199

Chelsea’s Sounds & Sights continued, this time coinciding with the beginning of Summerfest.  (Yes, Chelsea has innumerable summer festivals.  Deal with it.)


Eric the Juggler, having neglected to eat dinner, found time to snack on an apple while juggling swords.

After the usual S&S hubbub, Summerfest flexed its muscles with a concert in the parking lot behind Common Grill.  First up was the opener, the Howling Diablos.

When the Howling Diablos were done, it was time for the headliner: Rare Earth, the band well known for the ubiquitous song “I Just Want to Celebrate.”


Photo of the Now, vol. 198: Artsy edition

The city of Chelsea added a new feature to its downtown this year: the Sculpture Walk.  It consists of ten installations of art by nine different Michigan artists, and it stretches from the Chelsea Center for the Arts on the southern edge of downtown to the Clocktower complex at the north end of downtown.  I photographed the initial work on one of the sites, but I hadn’t revisited the Walk since its competion; to remedy that oversight, I put together a set of ten photos, each highlighting a detail of a sculpture.


Libby (Louis Marinaro, Ann Arbor)


Sentinel (Ray Katz, Pontiac)


Blue Square Back (Gary Kulak, Birmingham)


Soft Descent (Jack Hillman, Ada)


Sentinel (Brian Ferriby, Farmington Hills)


The Gift (Steve Olszewski, Pinckney)


Spiral the Gate (Ray Katz, Pontiac)


Untitled (Andrew Brewster, Royal Oak)


Folk (Open D) (Michael T. Jones, Gregory)


Nicole’s Garden Spire (Robert Sestok, Detroit)

Photo of the Now, vol. 197

Chelsea’s Sounds & Sights rolled along yet another week, and the beautiful weather brought out plenty of fun-seekers to browse shops and listen to music.


This group — featuring three dulcimers and a violin, along with musicians to play them — goes by the name of the Jammin’ Grammas.


Draper had the right idea: relax with a cold drink.


The Johnsons came all the way from North Carolina just to experience Sounds & Sights.  And, I suppose, to visit their daughter, too.



Jennifer Jones and Deb Mantel played an evening show in the Chelsea GalleryDid you know the gallery has a coffee counter?  It does!  And not only that, but the coffee is good.


It had to be the music making Lilly happy, because kids usually just stare at me.


No, there’s not a very tall man walking out of the side of an empty factory.  There’s a very tall movie — Pink Panther 2 — being shown on a very tall movie screen.

(Full gallery.)

Photo of the Now, vol. 196: KABOOM! edition

As a part of the weekend full of 175th celebration activities, Saturday night featured Chelsea’s first fireworks show in years.  Thanks to an invitation from one of the organizers, I was able to enjoy the spectacle from the launch site on Pierce Lake Golf Course, and I was able to observe that fireworks are POWERFUL.  From my vantage point not too far from the launch site, I had fireworks exploding almost directly overhead, and I felt every one of the blasts.  It was impressive.


I also learned that people who run these fireworks shows are at least a little bit crazy.  For many modern shows, the fireworks are set off electronically from a relatively safe distance; however, for the Chelsea show, the bulk of the fireworks were set off the old-fashioned way: with the road flares you can see glowing red in this photo.  The fancy-pants electronics were saved for the finale, when there were too many fireworks flying at once to be launched safely by hand.

Photo of the Now, vol. 194: Cute children edition

This year — which, if you’ve been Rip Van Winkling it, is 2009 — marks the 175th year of Chelsea’s existence.  (Chelsea, of course, was founded back in 1824 by extraordinary visionaries who knew the city one day would be the home of both Jiffy Mixes and a second-round NFL draft pick, and you won’t ever convince me otherwise.)  The first Sounds & Sights of the year launched the weekend of festivities to mark the city’s birthday, and the party continued on Friday with a variety of activities for kids.


Hey, nobody ever said a photojournalist couldn’t photograph his own relatives while he’s working.

(Full gallery.)

Photo of the Now, vol. 193

Last week, Chelsea kicked off its popular weekly summer feature, Sounds & Sights on Thursday Nights.  The opening night of S&S was threatened briefly by a storm that passed through the area (and knocked out power to some), but much to the relief of the organizers, the storm moved on before the festivities began.

One of the highlights of the evening was a beard contest run by Gary Reed of Reed Barbering.  The contest featured a number of different categories, including best mustache, best goatee, best beard, most Santa Claus-like beard, and whitest beard.  I just sort of happened to compete in the goatee category, and somehow I managed to win the award for best goatee over a man sporting a red goatee very much like mine, except his was a bit shorter and a bit neater.


Sadly, Gary doesn’t dress this way for work every day.


This distinguished gentleman won the award for most Santa Claus-like beard.


Cute children are an important part of a small-town newspaper photographer’s job.


Like I said…