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The rows of corn here are being cut down, chopped up, and thrown into dump truck beds, all in one incredibly smooth and efficient operation. The truck in the foreground is one of four working the field this day: one taking on the load, another waiting and two in transit.
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These two vehicles moving in tandem across the field make quick work of standing rows of corn. The chopped corn will typically be placed in a silo, where it will ferment and eventually be fed to livestock.
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While queueing up for another load of chopped corn/silage (see above), Chet told me that he was newly retired from driving big rigs, but was working odd jobs like this one because “… I got my eye on a 1981 Cadillac from Florida, 91,000 thousand miles, white, great shape, no rust…”.
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This is one of the ways to get to the guest house, located on the other side of the road from where Nina Gitana lived.
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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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The Quiet Valley Quilting Guild has sponsored an annual Quilt Festival, currently held on the 2nd weekend after Labor Day, for the past 17 years. 220 quilts were entered this year, including one from a 7 year old. Above is a section from Nelli Knapp’s “My Zen Quilt”.
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The Brattleboro Farmers’ Market came into being in the 1970’s and continues to be a great place to spend a Saturday morning. At least 40% of the sites are reserved for agricultural products, and the remainder for crafts and prepared foods. The fashions haven’t changed significantly in those years; this image, minus the woman’s bag and the vehicles, could have been taken 30 years ago. Zach, (above), is from the Wild Shepherd Farm.
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Actualy, Zach is from Westchester and is interning at Wild Shepherd Farm for the season. A few years ago, I was in the Brattleboro Co-op, another great institution in town, and realized that most of the 20 something men there had full beards. As I’ve had one since my 20’s, it was a great thing to see. Brattleboro is like that.
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Photographing total strangers at close range in public spaces can be challenging for any number of reasons. The initial difficulty is the fact that it’s inherently an intrusive act, which can get in the way of establishing rapport. Second, it requires some level of acceptance and commitment on the part of the subject(s), which might never materialize. Finally all the technical/artsy considerations come into play: composition, depth of field, background, the decisive moment, breathing, etc. etc. Probably thirty seconds elapsed between my first glimpse of these folks, requesting permission to photograph, and taking 4 frames. Thirty seconds seemed a comfortable span of time for all of us, perhaps the limit. Could I have done better with that time ? With more time ? Probably, but “close enough” is much underrated in in the art and science of photography.
This was the first frame, and I like it the best of the series, despite a busy background, and even though the last shot (below) has a simpler composition.
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