The hum of the refrigerator. The steady drip of snow melting on the roof. The intermittent creak as sunlight warms the bones of the porch. The click of the thermostat on my space heater. No bleeping, dinging, or buzzing phones. No television or YouTube. No scanner, no pager, no IAmResponding alerts. No voices, no footsteps,Continue reading “Saturday”
It’s been a long week here at Mosquito Hill. We’ve had two major storms in less than a week, both of which caused serious disruptions. The MH compound is served by a municipal electric company. The local guys do a great job of maintaining the lines and keeping the lights on; however, there’s not muchContinue reading “Here I go again…”
I spent a bit of time in the darkroom this afternoon, organizing and labeling the film stash. Clockwise from top left: slide films, black and whites, C-41 color, and a few oddballs like chromogenic B/W and infrared. Plus that one random reload in the antique Kodachrome can in the lower left corner. I wish IContinue reading “It’s definitely not Kodachrome…”
The headhouse at Wildcat Mountain has always reminded me of a spaceship. July 21, 2017. Agfa Viking folder, Lomo Earl Gray film, HC110(B) 6:00.
Sunroom, space heater, funky socks and a good book. It was a good weekend.
I think I could find a use for this! Shot on new Polarod Originals (Impossible) using my grandfather’s Black Rainbow SX-70 camera.
A pair of Cricket from the FP4 shoot on Deer Island in December. The long lens (135mm) and a short leash made things interesting, but I’m happy with the result.
I’ve fallen down again on posting. I spent the last two evenings in the darkroom, clearing out a backlog of undeveloped film. This image is a first attempt developing with my SP-445. Shot almost a year ago on Kodak Tmax 100 in my Travelwide 90 4x5in camera. Developed in HC-110 dilution B.
There are only a few places left in the world where railway motor cars perform their intended function. Sunday the Cotton Valley crew spent the day repairing storm damage along the line. Cars shown are Jesse’s MT19 and my newest addition, a 1950’s M9.
I think Sammie missed me. She purred like crazy and didn’t leave until I had to get up.