To get back and forth between my home town of Saint John and Lori’s in Yarmouth, we usually elect to take the ferry across the Bay of Fundy. The 2:20 cruise replaces a 7-8 hour drive to Yarmouth via Moncton, Truro, Halifax, Woflville and Digby. Personally, I enjoy the drive. Traveling with my girls though, turns the drive into a 8-10 hour journey due to the frequent bathroom, snack and hot drink pitstops. So the ferry is economical on that front. Continue reading “Traversing the Bay of Fundy”
Not sure what it is that draws me to shooting at airports. They’re like a little society where all the players are just passing through. Are the airport employees the main characters, or we, the great unwashed? Are we bit players, could the airport be the main stage? Continue reading “Notebook: Airports”
Nothing much to say about this extinct emulsion. It’s probably like that life-changing first Quaalude trip except then you find out it was the last Quaalude out there. I really, really liked the long-expired roll I shot. Enough that I scoured the internet for a while looking for more. I received the 120 roll from the kook I bought a Jobo CPE2 off some years back. He had a freezer full of it, the bastard. Continue reading “Notebook: Agfa APX25”
As referenced in my post about Old Sturbridge Village, we get to New England fairly often. While I was growing up, Boston was always a place one avoids while traveling elsewhere. I still remember hearing my father while he was driving up front. Why would you go within 50 miles of Boston? So many reasons to avoid it. The traffic, the traffic and most importantly the traffic.
This is probably old news to most folks, but I thought I would pop a quick notebook entry up for posterity. I’ve published a review of the lovely Zeiss Ikon Box Tengor here on Twin Lens Reflux, and in that article mentioned that it was made for PanF and other slow films of its era. We all shoot in less than ideal conditions, and being able to make the most of dim conditions is convenient. Especially when your brightest aperture is a austere F9.0.
After the unqualified success of Ray Larose’s NEWLK in Portsmouth in the spring of 2015, plans of a second meeting were made almost immediately. Happily enough it wasn’t much further than Portsmouth, we were to meet in the historic town of Salem MA. Better yet, we would be meeting the week before Halloween. It was a target-rich environment. Continue reading “NEWLK Salem”
Seems to be a trend that many people would like to make more portraits but don’t know where to start. Being out and about is easy, lots of people enjoy bipedal photography in their hometowns or abroad. When you’ve photographed all the statuary and have creeped on all the great cars and been tossed out of all the coffee shops you’re left with the most intriguing and engaging part of any community. What makes the community. The people. Continue reading “The Human Landscape: Photographing Strangers”
An interesting question popped up today on my timeline about the definition of a “crappy photo”, and it really got me thinking about how much things have changed in terms of sharing and the value of an image.
I’m fascinated with railyards and the unauthorized art within. I’ve added this notebook entry to show some images I ended a roll with showing some rail car graffiti. Continue reading “Notebook: Rail Galleries”
My wife hails from a small town in Nova Scotia called Yarmouth. It’s got all the typical problems of a town of its size and location. Yarmouth isn’t on the way to anything and it’s got little to offer an outsider that justifies the 4-hour drive from Halifax. If Lori’s family wasn’t from Yarmouth, I’m not sure I’d have any justification to visit.