6.01.2020

the pyramids


East Osceola from Osceola


Chocorua from Middle Sister


Flume from Liberty

Arista ULTRA / Nikkormat, June 2019.

5.28.2020

ruins




Ashland, New Hampshire, June 2019. Arista ULTRA / Nikkormat.



5.24.2020

forest


White Mountain National Forest (near The Scaur), Spring 2019.
Arista ULTRA / Nikkormat

5.21.2020

osceola


Developed film in my kitchen sink for the first time in eight years. The last time I did it was in a hot dark roach-infested studio apartment in south Austin, Texas, back in 2012, near the end of a bad time. The place had a windowless bathroom and so I'd load up film and get drunk by myself and sweat and sweat and sweat and listen to The Argument by Fugazi and develop my film in the sink late at night. I didn't have a scanner or anything at the time so the shoebox full of exposed rolls of T-MAX just slowly became a bigger box full of processed rolls of T-MAX, and then soon I was back in New England and unemployed for almost a year and then I used a couple of the checks to get a scanner and basically did the same thing - scan film all night with my headphones on until I had two years worth of film done. You can see that work here.

Anyway, things are different now, I've been "quarantined" at home for several weeks raising a majestic toddler and teaching her to dance to punk rock, mainly Idles and The Stooges. The idea is to just flail wildly and take snack breaks at the slightest whim. She's into it. My house is full of windows and chores and so I load the film in a closet at night after the light's gone from the sky and everyone is asleep, and then it's late and I'm tired (9:45, what the hell has become of me) so I develop it in the kitchen sink the next day during naptime. I used Ilfosol-3 for the first time so that I could just mix small amounts as needed, after a lifetime of 1-gallon D-76 dilutions, waiting for it to cool down, etc. I also used Ilford stop and fixer, but stuck with the Kodak photoflo. In case any nerds stumble upon this and care. I listened to Caligula by Lingua Ignota while I was doing it - an imposing, incredible record.

A couple years ago someone gave me a Nikkormat 35mm camera in good shape, with a bunch of expired black and white film of a type I'd not seen before: Arista.edu Ultra 400, which according the the packaging is "the educator's choice." Free film, so I shot it, and that's what you see above - shot with the free camera, no less. I developed it for 7 minutes at 68 degrees F, Ilfosol-3 1:9 dilution, and it came out just fine. That there is the main summit of Osceola from the shoulder below the east summit, almost one year ago. Pretty cool.

5.17.2020

the end of a different day


Dorr Mountain, Champlain Mountain, Frenchman Bay, and the Schoodic Peninsula.
Seen from Cadillac Mountain, October 2011. Kodak Portra/Mamiya 7 II.

5.15.2020

the end of the day


Looking east from Beech Mountain, Maine, October 2011. Kodak Portra/Mamiya 7 II.



5.13.2020

december


Goose Pond, Alexandria, New Hampshire, 2018. Kodak Portra/Rolleiflex.

5.08.2020

4.25.2020

4.15.2020

4.11.2020

quarantine spring


Blue smoke floats down
past evergreen sleep
across the pale rain
hazing the thin light.

The sky
is heavy enough
today
that even the dry birch
in the wood stove
can't ascend.

In the black woods behind the yard
there's a big chunk of mottled quartz
sitting in the dirt
like an animal skull.
I put it there
to mark my place.

The trees are bare
but the birds sing the morning in
and so the season
is like
a slow sad song.

The blowing needles of late snow
play piano;
downtown, storm drains drone harmonic
a sonata
for the terrified air.

Some afternoons are like rocks in the path-
no words. No thoughts.
Some are like the music
in my head
plaintive and free
wobbling verses
against shifting sky.

Still others fall prey
to inexplicable whim
sudden batches
of oatmeal raisin cookies
white stones brushed clean
and set into esoteric place
channel markers
in secret harbors.

It rains and I sleep late.
Awake to another empty box,
to vanished reason.
Awake
to press my face into streaked pane
and watch
muted portents, the tawny birds
of already-forgotten seasons.




4.08.2020

the trees


Alexandria, New Hampshire 2018.


Sedgwick, Maine 2019.
Both Kodak Portra/Rolleiflex.

4.07.2020

and the clouds are maps


Taylor, Texas, 2010. Kodak T-MAX/Rolleiflex.


Mayfield Heights, Ohio, 2011. Kodak T-MAX/Rolleiflex.



4.06.2020

4.05.2020

4.04.2020

northern whites


The Pilot Range from The Horn, September 2018. Ilford HP5/Nikkormat.



Castle Ravine, Mt. Jefferson. September 2017. Ilford HP5/Pentax K-1000.

3.30.2020

chocorua


Looking West from Mt. Chocorua, 2016. Kodak Portra/Pentax K-1000.


3.29.2020

3.27.2020

main south




Worcester, MA. 2009 (?) Ilford HP5, camera unknown

from a roll of film found in a shoebox
after I'd moved 7 or 8 times
and aged ten or so years.


3.26.2020

off and down








Bristol, NH, 2016. Kodak Portra with Pentax K-1000.

Laid off and locked down now.
Not really locked down. Just laid low.
Will have to go out soon
for bananas, oranges, and more beer.
The woods are full
of birdsong though
and sunlight, spring sunlight
and I've been bushwhacking
boulder-gazing and tree-hugging.

I shot these pictures all at once
one day, one roll of film.
Spring, four years ago
rambling around town.