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Note on the technology: these recent posts were taken on a Fuji 6X7 film camera and seeing the images got me thinking I might have to break out that camera again. There is a subtlety and gradation of color that comes through even in a JPEG on a digital screen. The film was probably Ektachrome EPP, which was somewhat less flamboyant than Fuji Velvia which I also used awhile. Film was digitized via an Epson scanner some 15 years ago, before digital cameras really took off.

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Near the northernmost point of the Bay of Fundy are a series of “sea stacks”, rock formations caused by tidal erosion dating back to the glacial era. They’re also known as “flower pots”, which is what the formations – dotted with tall conifer growing on top – resemble. This area has the highest average tides in the WORLD, often reaching 50 feet. Again, taken with the Fuji 6X7 film camera.

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Eight miles out across this body of water is Prince Edward Island. I wouldn’t be surprised if you could actually walk halfway there, particularly at low tide (and the water was sooo warm). The photograph was taken in the early 1990’s, when the Confederation Bridge – which now connects New Brunswick to the Island – was still in its planning stages.

This beach was the northernmost point of a ten day road trip around the Bay of Fundy – car camping all the way, in private campgrounds and provincial parks – a magnificent vacation experience with the woman who would eventually become my wife.

Photograph taken with my Fuji 6X7 film camera.

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I remember that evening in the small one room cabin, probably an old sugaring house in another life. A wood stove kept us warm. It was late winter.

Four, maybe six of us, tucked into the “living room”, communing with spirits that rose up in the stories and songs and laughter we shared deep into the night.

We were young, and locked in tight to “being here now”. Who knew the season would pass? Who knew there would be other, different ones, to follow? Who knew back then there was a future?

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queen anne's lace-

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Fishing Shack, Wilmington, VT

February 11, 2016

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I never know what to expect in my annual midwinter pilgrimage to the Harriman Reservoir. Sometimes there is a snowpack, sometimes not; mostly it is frozen over, occasionally there are no fishing shacks out there.

Most beautiful times to photograph are on days like this one: midweek (when no one is around), overcast, perhaps snow in the offing. Taken with 35mm slide film.

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Shelter, Sunderland, VT

August 13, 2015

shelter-

There was a photo contest sponsored by the United Nations Environment Program in the early 90’s, to coincide with the first Earth Summit in Rio De Janeiro. The theme was “Focus on Your World”, and the winner was to receive an all-expense paid trip to Rio, where they would also pick up $20K at World Environment Day ceremonies. Somehow this image seemed appropriate to their call for images that would “heighten international awareness of our fragile environment” – I seem to remember a “shelter” subcategory. In any case, I had my bags packed but, uh, never heard back. There were 32K+ submissions, and a book was published of the winning images, which I just ordered here.

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cliffs of moher-

Cause you can’t have too many shots of this majestic place. Actually there was a similar view which I can’t find at the moment (slide film and all), taken closer to the edge and showing a young (maybe 10 year old) kid on a small outcropping about 30 feet down from the foreground you see here. He had climbed over the edge with no safety gear whatsoever (well not counting perhaps the most valuable of all – his proprioceptive system – but still), and seemed totally comfortable there, as apparently did mom – standing near the edge with one eye on him and the other on the view.

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irish pasture-

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inch boy-

Always loved this shot of summer and the shore, and childhood; there’s added resonance because one of our young nephews was known as “inch boy” around our house when he was real little. Who knew there was a town called Inch in the world, to say nothing of his Irish twin ?

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