At long last, after a protracted tragic-comedy of errors (most of them admittedly mine), here are a few images from my much discussed and anticipated first roll of film as a Vermont artist that took weeks to shoot, and then more weeks to get processed thanks to the scarcity of Vermont resident machines that can still handle traditional black and white film.
Sometimes, I outwit myself. The trouble with looking ahead and making detailed plans and preparations is that the resulting lists and notes are only as good as the mind that remembers to consult them after the fact. Which is to say, months ago, when I still lived in Somerville, I had a cordial and informative email correspondence with the manager of the photography shop in my new Rutland neighborhood, in which he confirmed exactly what kind of film they could and could not process. I even bought some of the right stuff and set the wrong stuff aside. Of course, I forgot this correspondence when I loaded the wrong stuff into my empty camera on arrival, and then I forgot it all over again when I smilingly handed over to the man (whose identity I failed to recognize) this unprocessable roll of film, thus suffering the twin disappointment of knowing 38 beautiful images were now imprisoned in a tiny canister indefinitely and that the person who shot them is an idiot.
One week later, Brian and I went to Bennington and entrusted the miniature prison to the one shop that could release its captives. The shop is over an hour away by car, but they, not surprisingly, do a brisk affordable mail order business. Today the mailman handed me an envelope containing my processed negatives, and all’s well that ends well. Unless there’s something else I’m forgetting.
Show Don’t Tell
Last time I wrote about photography in this space, I subjected my readers to a self-indulgent self-interrogation as to what kind of photographer I was, am and will become. In honor of the eternally beneficial injunction “show, don’t tell” here are some of the images that caught my eye in my first weeks living in Vermont surrounded by so much natural beauty I felt so unequal and unwilling to photograph. I think I now have my final answer to cocktail party questions of kind. I am the kind of photographer who prefers unlikely subjects.
Room at the Top
But more importantly - how did January end already? Wishing you all the best for a happy healthy February - and beyond! I truly appreciate your kind words and continued support.