Last week, on the day that I donated blood for the first time, another momentous event was taking place in the center of the city. Some 212 vintage vehicles parked in downtown Rutland as part of the Model T Ford Club International’s weeklong tour of Rutland County. It was strange enough to see these cars pass by on local roads throughout the week, but to have so many of them gathered in one place to see and touch was a singular occasion, and seemed the perfect subject for some Holga photography.
Wheel to Wheel
Of course it was a really bright and hot day, and hard as I tried to cradle my camera out of direct sunlight, most of the twelve shots I took were marred by white streaks caused by light leaking into the camera body. I know people who go to great lengths to tape up all the seams of their Holgas so this sort of thing never happens. I actually like the strange unplanned effects that light leaks can create, but like everything else connected to a Holga camera – sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t.
Last View Before Going Home
Last week I also managed to finish off a roll of regular film that had been sitting in my camera since my trip two months ago to New York City. Reviewing the three dozen images was a visual summary of what I’ve been up to in that time, or at least the things I considered worth recording. Above is the last photo I took at the South Street Seaport before the rain drove me home.
About to be Blown Away
This image is from way back in June when the dandelions were all turning to fluff outside my house. I’ve always admired the beauty and tenacity of what is in effect a weed and considered a pest by most caretakers of lawns. But that is the subject of an entirely different post!
Falls in Black and White
At the end of June Brian and I visited a gallery in Middlebury that sits atop an old mill with a creek that ends in a fantastic waterfall. I learned that it is a lot harder to take good photographs of shadows and water than I thought!
Face to Face
And finally last weekend we spent some time at a local alpaca farm, reminding me why I adore these peaceful curious and highly photogenic creatures, other than their amazing fiber!
Key at Hand
I wish I could say that my fortunes have improved as much as my amusements these past few weeks, with equal opportunities for financial as spiritual fulfillment. Sadly this is not the case. We have been here for 8 months and are still very much struggling to piece together a living from various sources, including the continued generosity of friends and family. But as I write this, I do believe the key is near at hand and soon things will be moving along smoothly again. Brian has good news to report over at his blog, a tangible sign that we are beginning to find our place in this community. It only gets better from here. As ever, many thanks to my followers. You really do make the journey that much easier!