A Show In Ashfield. October 5, 2012Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: Ashfield MA, Charlemont MA, Colrain MA, cornfield, deerfield river, Elmer's Store, fall foliage, Hadley MA, hay wagon, Landscape photography, Readsboro VT, river, tilt-shift photography, waterfall, Western Massachusetts, Windsor MA
I’ve been getting my photography “out and about,” as they say, and have recently sold a few pieces. I have a few nice old car and truck pics on the walls of Chef Rob Watson’s Lone Wolf Bistro in Amherst, MA, and a few of the young ladies I’ve shot at horse jumping meets have purchased prints.
It’s not enough to pay the bills yet (I’m still digging food out of the cracks in my kitchen floor) but it’s all moving in the right direction.
I currently have a show up at Elmer’s Store, Restaurant and Gallery up in Ashfield. It’s broadly Autumnal themed, designed to coincide with the town’s great Ashfield Fall Festival which runs this Saturday and Sunday. If you’re in the area and have a chance to visit, please do – I highly recommend their breakfasts, especially the hash – yum! ‘ll be on their walls for most of October.
For those of you who don’t live close enough to visit, I’m posting the show’s ten photos here (hey, it’s a virtual world, non? ) for your viewing pleasure.
All of these shots have appeared here before, but never as a group.
Corn and Oak, Hadley MA:
Chickley Gold, Charlemont MA:
West Branch Storm, Deerfield river, Readsboro VT:
Deerfield Dawn, Charlemont MA:
Windsor Hay Wagon, Windsor MA:
Irrigation Ditch, Hadley MA:
Catamount Cascade, Colrain MA:
Autocar Light, Bernardston MA:
Black Brook, Savoy/Florida MA:
Forest Fog, Plainfield MA:
All of these images are printed at 12″ X 18″ and matted and framed at 18″ X 24.” They’re archival presentations with 100-year inks, acid-free/pH-buffered mats and backing and Conservation Clear UV-protective glass, and are available for $275 plus tax (where applicable) and shipping.
If you’re interested, email me: email@example.com.
Or better yet, stop by Elmer’s Store for a great meal and a look-see.
And now I’m off to photograph some rock climbing adventures.
In A Black And White Mood. December 27, 2011Posted by littlebangtheory in Uncategorized.
Tags: B&W photography, black and white, Ford, hay wagon
Ah, December in the Berkshires, Solstice in the Snow, a White Christmas…
…but Oh, Wait – it’s still Ugly Season. The mud has finally frozen, but there it sits in all its crap-colored glory, unfettered by the unbearable lightness of being an Actual Winter.
Not exactly what a would-be photographer wants to see this time of year.
But then, desperate necessity is the mother of devious invention, and if the pristine hues and simple palette of the season won’t cooperate, fuck ‘em.
Enter Black and White.
Here are a few images I thought were worth seeing in B&W, some new, and one old but heretofore not posted in this vampirically drained format.
The side of a house in Shelburne, decorated with a hank of cord hung on a protruding bit:
This caught my eye while I was on my way to photograph more of the old Fords rakishly adorning the meadows at the Goldthwaite Farm, such as this one:
I’ve dubbed her “Eileen,” for obvious reasons.
And while I was conjuring this bloodless gallery of discarded rogues, I thought of this photo of a hay wagon, previously shared in full color, but which I always thought had the tonal range to make an acceptable black and white image:
That’s how I’m handling my Snow-Jones. I’m trying to live in the present I’m presented with, rather than lamenting the loss of the scenes I’ve spent most of a year anticipating.
Perhaps the near future will send me some snow, but if it doesn’t, so be it. I’ll find some reason to push the shutter button, and sort it all out later.
Hay Wagon. September 18, 2011Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: Canon TS-EII 24mm f2.8 IS USM L, Hawley, hay wagon, tilt-shift photography
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Up in Hawley, the next town south of here, a hay wagon sits patiently as its grass grows:
Elliot snagged this scene, from the grass beneath my feet to the distant horizon.
Gawd, I love that boy!