Taken on 35mm slide film years ago – the snowstorm passing through finished up as a steady rain before the temperatures plummeted.
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There are many things I like about this image; for one, it’s such a non-business use of the sign, and in that way reveals something about Yankee practicality. The shot was taken with a Fuji 6×7 film camera twenty or so years ago, a few steps away from the Mohawk Trail, otherwise known as Route 2. The road follows a Native American trade route that linked Atlantic tribes with those in upstate NY. Vestiges of that era remain – this place sold all sorts of leather goods including moccasins and warm rabbit’s fur winter hats.
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This shot was originally taken on 120mm film – the scan here hardly reflects the original but was the most available digital file. You kinda get the idea ?
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On this the last day of 2011, how to sum up the year here and around the globe? This image for one – which got me thinking about Anna Nalick’s song Just Breathe, from 2005 – my vote for the soundtrack of 2011.
Lyrics and original recording here, and a live acoustic performance here.
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This image was stitched together from three overlapping compositions on color film. It’s the time on the river after the boats are gone, and before the eagles make their return for the winter.
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Our friends SN and LL, and their dog Dusty Moe, lived here for a couple of years, long ago. They were remarkable hosts, magnanimous and funny, and probably could have made a million dollars running a bed and breakfast in another life. The place itself was small and rustic, with all the basic necessities, and a soul soothing, four season river out in the back yard. We’d pitch our tent on the riverbank, and be carried off to sleep in its lullabies. And sometimes, at 4 AM, waking and walking under the stars, it was easy to look up, and reach out – across the continents, and the centuries – to anyone who ever gazed into a night sky, or listened to the sound of flowing water.
11/28 update: SN tells me that “.. thanks to last summer’s hurricane the love shack is now laying in two pieces upside down on a big pile of rocks…” Well, I guess mostly it was a “soul soothing river”, although come to think of it … one early spring day, I looked up the river to see two kayakers working their way down – the winter runoff was at its peak, the volume of water huge – they were proceeding 20-30 feet at a time before taking shelter in eddies to figure out their next move. My first impression was “pretty crazy”, given the strength of the current and the huge rocks in the riverbed, but when I saw their discipline, I could only watch in admiration, and wave as they passed by.
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As autumn peaks in VT, so too does the sense of mystery across the landscape. The light is receding, and a quietness emerges, even as the colors seek their greatest brilliance. We begin moving back into ourselves, readying for the winter ahead, as does the land.
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This one, a scan from 120mm format slide film, goes back a ways. The mood strikes me as a balanced one, all in all: the high cloud cover is neither light nor dark, and the nature of a ferry ride is that you’re neither here nor there.
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