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The second installment of Collage Chronicles brings the little Isetta to a forgotten part of town, but maybe the nooks and crannies are where we learn the most. For me, all three photos in this series really embody exploration. Looking forward to getting out there and seeing the world again one day!
Effective immediately, the Collage Chronicles is an exploration of digital collage using analog photos. I’m excited about the idea of breathing new life into photos from my archive that otherwise would have gone unseen. The first installment is titled “America” because big business, big burgers and things that blow up. What else do you need?
Going West will be a series of indeterminate length showcasing images from Lauren and I’s trip to San Francisco in October 2019 to visit some good buds, eat some good food and listen to some good tunes. Mission accomplished, more to come.
Part III of Going West at the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival. A day wandering through Golden Gate Park surrounded by friends with the perfect tunes playing the background (Kurt Vile and Mandolin Orange amongst others!). What an amazing sun soaked day.
Being forced to enjoy the outdoors in a more solitary way, my mind wanders back to a much needed weekend in the woods over Labor Day weekend surrounded by great friends old and new. Nestled in a comfy cabin with a perfect screened in porch and a little lake of its own, this place was unreal. What a blast.
We hiked the Falls Trail, a 7.2 mile hike with twenty-one waterfalls of all shapes and sizes along the way. It was a little crowded along the trail the day that we were there but it wasn’t hard to find secluded nooks and crannies to take a breather and enjoy each other’s company.
The Lake was the real MVP here! My favorite parts of the weekend were all spent down by the lake, grilling, wiffing, laughing, imbibing, etc.
We stopped at the Sullivan County Fair to take in the sights and smells of the demolition derby and the county’s best farm animals. Favorites included the front-wheel-drive class derby and the pigmy goat (not shown)!
As winter’s chill begins to fade, a light fog rolls through the valley and the woman of the wood emerges to watch over all that is hers.
They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers. When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.
-An excerpt from Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving
1977 was the final year of production for the original Ford Bronco. Ford's first foray into the world of compact sport utility vehicles, in many ways the Bronco set the stage for the modern day SUV as we know it. A surprisingly plush ride, I could not have asked for a better day cruising around South Jersey soaking up the final rays of winter.