Back when color film was plentiful and I was shooting it with wild abandon. Now we’re all hoarding it like it’s going away…
Honestly I think I shot more color film in 2021 than I ever have! It just seemed a good time for it.
Back in December we had a big weather front and high winds whipping through Colorado and this tree in my mom’s backyard fell over.
Because of the way it splintered and still harboring quite a lot of potential energy this is known as a widowmaker, though thankfully my friends and I were able to cut it down without too much trouble (and no fatalities). No pictures of that, as I was too busy working.
It’s not the first time old Ruby and I have had difficulties together. In fact I think it’s time #3 if I’m remembering correctly.
One of my passengers had just restored a CJ-7 so he was tinkering around a bit, and a kind fellow stopped to help us as well; what was determined was that the fuel pump gave out and it couldn’t be fixed on the side of the road. We had to be rescued to finish the tour. Just Enough Extra Parts indeed.
A friend from church.
Remembering the work of Joel Meyerowitz who through perseverance was able to photograph the aftermath of the World Trade Center attack using primarily his 8×10 large format camera. He was the only photographer allowed inside Ground Zero.
Here is a new interview with Meyerowitz reflecting on events after 20 years.
As I write this I’m staying in a vacation rental in Fountain, CO, on an old 1915 farmstead that is a holdout in what seems like ever-faster-paced life all around it. Across the street the suburbs keep encroaching on what used to be arable farmland. Now it’s just fodder for the land developers and the constant flood of people from California.
It kind of reminds me of this article that I read recently, with changing tastes and demands just contributing to ever-more waste and unsustainability in the name of “morals.” We’ve known since the time of Malthus that there would be a breaking point but when will that be? What I want to do more than anything is get away from all the crowds, the influx of the unwashed masses, live somewhere unspoiled by Man. The problem is, I would be just the tip of a new spearhead and then slowly yet another landscape would be ruined eventually.
Because again, in Colorado and the Southwest, there are a lot of them.
The first is my pastor’s old Chevy that he’s been working on for the last few years. The others are at the place I was recently staying, the owner is a big fan of vintage Willys and Plymouth vehicles. There will probably be plenty more on this in the future. I hope Jim Grey approves!