April 5, 2011 § 2 Comments
This past weekend, urban farmer/longtime-friend Martina Fugazzotto invited me to her house in Brooklyn, to photograph a little honey-tasting session she was hosting. Brooklyn beekeeper Tim O’Neal brought over numerous types of honey that he himself had harvested, in addition to honey that his family had harvested back in his native Ohio. As a result of the bees drinking nectar from a variety of different flowers, each type of honey had its own distinctive flavor. There was Orange Blossom honey, Buckwheat honey, Goldenrod honey, and many more. Not only did we get to try interesting honey flavors, but Tim also made some drinks for us containing honey, lime and tequila. He also provided us with quite a beeducation (Like that? I didn’t come up with it, Martina did, so give her a high five.)
Here are some photos from our honey fiesta:
Martina and Tim will also be writing blog posts about our honey-tasting. Keep your eyes out for those posts, for complete details about the various types of honey and some interesting bee facts.
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February 23, 2011 § 1 Comment
Once again, just kidding. This is another blog entry about kittens. A few months ago, I wrote a post about a litter of kittens that a stray had given birth to at my aunt’s veterinary clinic. Read it here.
At the time of that post, the kittens were a week old. Now, they’re twelve weeks old. This past weekend, I went home to Massachusetts and was able to see the kitten my sister adopted for the first time since the original post. As a bonus, my aunt brought over the two other females from the litter. I got some good photos and thought it was fitting to write a follow-up entry. A “where are they now?” kind of thing.
Here’s a shot of my sister’s kitten, who she named Milo, at 6 days old…
And here she is at 12 weeks…
I threw in the Polaroid Zip for scale purposes.
You may also remember the polydactyl kitten from the first post, who we got to calling Polly (ha). This was her at one week…
Here she is now…
It was nice to see how they’ve changed but also how they’ve retained some of the little characteristics they had when they were hamster-sized. It’s also nice that my sister has a new cat after having to put down our family cat in November. Milo and my sister already seem to have a strong bond with each other. I wish them the best, and I hope the others find good homes.
To pick up some Impossible Project PX 600 UV+ or some of their other instant film, visit www.the-impossible-project.com
On a similar note, feel free to come by the opening reception of a gallery exhibition in which some Impossible Project photographers, including myself, have some work. It’s in Brooklyn on Thursday night, February 24th, from 7-10pm. More info at www.selfmadenewyork.com
And, as always, don’t forget to stop by My Photo Stream to see what’s new.
February 8, 2011 § 4 Comments
I can’t believe it’s already been a month since I moved to New York. It’s gone by quickly, too quickly. I’ve been spending the majority of my time doing the job search thing, so I haven’t had too much time to explore the city and photograph as much as I’d like, but I do have some NYC photos to show.
I took this one this past weekend, my first Grand Central shot…
Love that crispy PZ 600 from Impossible Project. I’m happy with the sense of clarity and stillness mixed with motion. It was fairly quiet at the time I was there, early afternoon on Sunday. The sepia tones and the blur give it a ghostly quality.
This one I took yesterday from the Central Park Reservoir’s south gatehouse, facing the Upper West Side…
That shot was taken with my Polaroid 350 and Polaroid Type 100 Chocolate film, which I hadn’t used before this weekend. I was inspired to try it out after seeing Autumn de Wilde’s Decemberists photos on display at the NYC Impossible Project space. Much like the tones of the PZ 600, the Chocolate has a vintage feel that I’m a sucker for.
This one was also taken in Central Park…
(Polaroid Spectra, Impossible Project PZ 600 film.)
It looks like it was taken during a blizzard, but that’s not the case. It was a perfectly clear, sunny day, but I happened to not shield it from light fast enough. That, coupled with the cold temperatures, is what caused the lightness. I actually was just stopped to take a photo of the woman toward the top, but as I was framing the shot, waiting for her to reach just the right spot, I noticed the dog walker in my peripheral vision coming fast with his dogs. And, luckily, the woman at the top stopped and took out a map to get her bearings. By the time she was finished and had put her map away, dog walker came into the picture, and there you have it.
This one was taken with a Pentax IQ Zoom, a cheap 35mm camera i bought used…
Along Broadway, there are tables set up on the sidewalk, with people selling books, videocassettes, audiotapes and records. As I passed by this particular table, these two smiling faces jumped out at me. It seemed kind of sad. In the 40s or 50s, someone probably loved that record and played the hell out of it. Now it’s stacked in a dirty wet crate on the sidewalk selling for maybe a dollar.
This one was taken on the uptown 2 Local train during one of the snowstorms a couple of weeks ago…
(Polaroid SX-70, Impossible Project PX 100 film.)
I’m usually wary of taking pictures of people secretly, but this guy rode uptown all the way from Chambers St. with us late night, and something about his face struck me. He seemed lonely. I’m always seeing things as if I was looking through a camera’s viewfinder, always looking for things to photograph. Sometimes, I don’t see a shot right away, but if I look at something long enough, it becomes clear to me. This was one of those times. I kept looking back across our car at this guy and eventually I felt like I HAD to get this shot. I’m happy I did.
Stay tuned for more NYC photos as time goes by. I’m always shooting.
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(Taken w/ Pentax IQ Zoom, 35mm film)
February 1, 2011 § 2 Comments
One morning last week, I woke up to snow falling lightly outside my window. It was that real-deal snow, the light fluffy stuff that’s actually shaped like snowflakes. On the fire escape outside our living room window, there was a layer of soft, clean, untouched snow. I grabbed my SLR 680, which contained my last pack of 600 film and took this…
The day before, I had switched the pack of 600 film from a dead SX-70 over to my 680, and some light must have leaked into the cartridge, hence the burn at the bottom. It gives it a dreamy effect, which is fitting because the photo kind of captures the sense of quiet and cleanness of snow falling.
So, I got to thinking, with all the snow we’ve been getting lately, it seemed natural to dedicate a blog entry to winter-themed photos. I went through my photostream and picked out what I felt were some of my better winter shots.
This one I took like 7 years ago with a cheap, plastic Polaroid 600 camera…
This is one of those shots where I feel like I captured the perfect moment. I’m happy with the composition. I like that the cool blue of the sky seems like the only color. I love the cottony clouds, the dead trees reaching out. In spite of being taken with one of the crappier Polaroid models, it’s still one of my personal favorites.
This next one was taken in Cavendish, VT….
My fiancee Amy’s parents have taken us to Okemo for several years to ski. I’m not a skier, however. While the rest of her family is on the mountain, I drive around exploring and taking pictures. That barn drew my attention because of the vintage signs and the tired-looking silo. I used one of my last packs of expired Type 88 film, which was possibly my favorite Polaroid film. Expired film for an expired farm scene.
This was also taken at Okemo…
Simple Holga shot, using a cheap Chinese brand of 120 film called Lucky. Amy and I took a stroll down the mountain so I could take some pictures. It was a nice time of day with really good natural light. I like how, because of the Holga’s cheap plastic lens, Amy is what’s in focus, while the image gets foggier toward the edges of the frame.
The next shot was taken in my hometown of Milton, MA.
This line of Massachusetts’ T, the Ashmont-Mattapan High-Speed Line, wasn’t operating for a while due to station renovations. When the renovations were completed, and the line was up and running again, they incorporated the old-fashioned, refurbished trolleys. I sat and waited at this spot for the trolley to come by for probably a half hour in the cold, that’s how badly I wanted this shot. It’s not as “high-speed” as it sounds. I’m fond of this one because it reminds me of vintage postcards.
This next one was taken with my Kodak Instamatic 124 camera…
I used to be a teacher of English at both the high school and middle school in my hometown. At the end of one school day, after my students had been dismissed, I snapped this shot from the library window, of the buses lining up outside the school (Yes, I almost always have a camera in my bag). When I scanned the negatives, I liked the frame next to the bus shot as well, so I took half of each.
Lastly, while this next shot isn’t exactly a winter scene, I felt it was appropriate…
This was part of a series of Polaroids I did of the small illustrations on the back covers of Life Nature Library books. These educational books are amazing. They’re from the 1960s, and cover a variety of topics including birds, primates, the desert, the forest, the mountains and the sea. The above shot features the illustration from the back cover of “The Poles.”
Now, as much as I enjoy these winter shots, I’m very anxious for summer to get here, so I’m thinking maybe I’ll make another blog entry of my favorite summer shots to get people hooped up about summer. Stay tuned.
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January 5, 2011 § 1 Comment
This past weekend, my fiancee Amy and I moved out of our apartment on Boston’s Beacon Hill. We’ve been together for almost six years, five of which we had spent living at that apartment. So much of our relationship had taken place there that the apartment was like the third member of our little team.
We are now living in New York, a move we had talked about making on and off for years, and are extremely excited about. But, over the past few weeks, packing up our life in Boston and saying goodbye to our beloved apartment on Beacon Hill became an emotionally difficult process.
As things found their way into storage boxes, and the floors became bare, the move became more real. It finally hit us that this part of our life was over. We were really giving up an apartment that felt as if it belonged with us as much as our cats do.
The fact was, though, it was time for us to move on. We are newly engaged. Amy will be attending grad school at Columbia. I will become a famous photographer (ha!). We anticipate that great things will happen for us in New York, and we’re looking forward to this new chapter in our life together. Hopefully, our New York apartment will come to mean as much to us as our Boston apartment. And we hope that, if we some day move back to Beacon Hill, we can get our little team back together.
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December 1, 2010 § Leave a comment
A few years ago, my parents moved into a house that stood on land that had once been a farm. For a couple hundred years, The Copeland family had lived in a large farmhouse on the property with rooms enough for the entire family and the farmhands. The farm also comprised of several barns, all of which have since been torn down except for one.
My father believes the barn dates back to 1810. Originally, Copeland Farm was a dairy farm, and the barn pictured above housed the cows. The cows were kept on the lower level, and hay and other feed could be trucked in through the large sliding door on the front. Later, the Copelands began making, bottling and selling cider, spring water and ginger ale and eventually owned a Pepsi bottling franchise. The cattle barn ended up being used for storage.
My parents are currently in the process of renovating the barn. More pictures to come…
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Tell ’em Large Marge sent ya.
July 24, 2010 § Leave a comment
In the summer of 2008, I traveled to Arizona with my girlfriend to stay with my cousin and his wife and kids. We had such an amazing time that in April of 2009, I returned, but I was flying solo. As a teacher, I had April school vacation off, but my girlfriend couldn’t get away from work. Again, I shipped a large box of film ahead of myself, but this time, it wasn’t just instant film. I also sent 35mm, 120 and 126 film.
In addition to spending time with my cousin and his family, my goal was to travel to stretches of Route 66 that I hadn’t yet seen. On my prior Route 66 road trip, I had visited points to the east of Flagstaff. This time, I drove north from Phoenix through Flagstaff and went west, first stopping in Williams on 66…
Williams is a small town comprised mostly of motels, restaurants and souvenir shops selling Route 66 t-shirts, shot glasses and magnets. There’s so much history on 66, and the people who live in these small towns through which it ran before being bypassed by Interstate 40 hang onto that history. The signs are neon and the cars are classic. In some ways it looks like it could still be 1960 there. Ash Fork was my next stop, and it was no different…
Time honestly stands still in these towns. The people there don’t want to let it go, but that’s fine by me. The time warp of 66 fits with vintage cameras and film, so I’m in heaven there. Ash Fork is an even smaller town than Williams, so I passed through quickly on my way toward the next town.
As I mentioned before, Route 66 was decommissioned a few decades ago and bypassed by Interstate 40. Much of 66 no longer exists in the form it used to, but here and there, Old Route 66 forks off of 40, running parallel. The Crookton Road is one such segment. Just to the west of Ash Fork, I jumped onto the Crookton Road…
It’s an 18-mile drive from Ash Fork to Seligman on the Crookton Road, and all it is is open plains. The entire ride, I saw maybe one other car. Driving this stretch of 66 with the windows down blasting Rush’s “Power Windows” album was an experience I can’t really put into words. I hope that you all get a chance to do this in your lifetime. The music is your choice, of course. Next stop, Seligman…
Seligman was a little more lively than Ash Fork and Williams. It’s a very nostalgic piece of 66. It was touristy, with numerous Route 66 memorabilia shops, but it wasn’t tacky. I stopped and walked around a bit with a backpack full of cameras, talked with some of the townspeople and shopkeepers, all extremely friendly and happy to be where they are.
For this trip, Seligman was as far west as I was able to go on 66. I backtracked on I-40 and took Route 89 south toward Prescott, passing through Chino Valley where I found this abandoned homestead…
I can’t say enough good things about Arizona and the southwest in general. I can’t wait to go back and cover the remainder of the western portion of 66. Go there if you can!
To see the rest of my photos from this trip, go HERE.
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