Until about five years ago, I'd lived in the same place for my entire life. Situated just behind my childhood home is a very old but still functional wooden barn, a small lake suitable for fishing, a herd of cows, and more forest than any kid could ask for to run and play. Though I don't often get the chance to visit them anymore, those woods are my absolute favorite place in the world. Most of my memories of the place are not large or significant- they mostly involve my imagination and hours of quiet contemplation. It should be no surprise that when I first discovered photography seven years ago I spent a considerable amount of time solemnly pointing at my lens at anything in those woods that seemed interesting.
Most of my photography from that period was done in black & white film. Those negatives are buried deep in my closet, stored in a most unprotected, unsafe, and un-archival way. Such is life. I did get a chance during the most recent Spring Break to go down and spend a few hours wandering them with my dad and
Fiberluxe.
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| My dad, looking sage-like in my view |
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My dad's very first car, which
he is quite proud to still possess
despite it's current state
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Spent many hours fishing here as a kid
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| Random thoughts while strolling through the woods |
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The Longest Journey
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