The man who repairs my sewing machines, Maurice, is the nicest guy who works out of a little, un-airconditioned workshop in East Austin. He usually does out calls because a lot of his clients are elderly and/or do not want to lug their heavy machine in to see him. I go to see him, of course, because I love his workshop. It's a treasure trove of old machines and various pieces of his life. This photo was taken outside of his workshop.