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Another from the 35mm film archives.

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Freakism, Burlington, VT

March 17, 2018

The term “freakism” was probably coined by the man jumping off the building here in 1970, Bart Howe. It was mostly a name we used for each other, a nod to those parts of us not in the mainstream. It grew to be a genuine “ism”, and also: a mantra, a rebel yell and outright babble at times.

Three decades have passed since we spent any time together; the last being a midwinter hike to the summit of Camel’s Hump, and an overnight stay under a Wolf Moon, where we fed the fire – literal and metaphorical – all night long.

Fast forward: I play music in nursing homes, and after one performance I emailed this little anecdote to a friend of mine:

As I was packing up, this old gal with a rolling walker comes by, smiles and says ‘… nostalgic..’ and walks on. Inscrutable Zen Master, throwing down a koan !!! Yikes !!!

And so I say there is more to nostalgia than first meets the mind’s eye.

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Mud Season, Newfane, VT

March 14, 2018

This is one of my favorite end-of-winter shots, taken over twenty years ago with a 35mm film camera, and probably EPP film. It’s been a long time coming onto the blog here, even though it’s been in a show or two over the years.

More (film captures) to come, as I revisit and reorganize the archives.

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Stone Steps, Wilmington, VT

October 9, 2017

There’s many a soundtrack for this one, but I’ve been revisiting Running Up That Hill, recorded by the incomparable Kate Bush in 1985. There’s a fine version here with David Gilmour, with some wonderful glances betwixt Kate and the other musicians toward the end.

The photo was taken some two decades ago, with my 6×7 film camera. The steps are still there but hardly visible now with all the overgrowth, even in the winter months. Proficiscitur in tempore (time marches on).

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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

fishing shack-

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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