Bent over his wooden cart, the sharpener steadies a blade against the turning stone, one hand on the handle. A red waistcoat sits over his checked shirt, a work apron with a leather pouch tied at his hips, a feather tucked into his hatband. Knives, shears, pincers and a horseshoe hang across the cart's side panel, beside the tall spoked wheel and its treadle. A watering can and hammer stand on the ground, where a white-and-tan puppy lies curled asleep.