It’s been a good long while since I’ve walked in Saint John with a camera and no motive. In my 2016 post about walking uptown I made my way through the grubby back alleys. Since then there’s been some major changes, tweaking the feel of my little city. Continue reading “Things are happening Uptown”
Late summer 2017, dusk.
Last day of figure skating classes.
Rolleiflex MX, Ilford FP4.
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.
Being a bit of a recreational luddite, I find myself often romanticizing the past. It’s easy to think of times-gone-by fondly, or at least idealize them as simpler if not superior. I like cars without airbags and shoulder belts. I like mechanical wrist watches and nixie tubes. Not necessarily because they’re better and sometimes expressly because they’re not.
We travel frequently throughout New England and tacked this excursion to Old Sturbridge Village onto a November homeschool trip to Boston.