Approaching the Estrella Mountain foothills, Arizona. 31 March 2013.
Category Archives: Travel
twenty. eight.
I took photos on my birthday this year. We traveled North past the high desert and into forests, past red mountains and into a deep canyon. Our little one enjoyed walking a trail, the cold creek water delighted him. I made happy exclamations, perhaps too many, at the slightest sprinkles of snow not yet melted, at icicles, fragile, still clinging to the canyon wall. That wall had shades of brown and red in it and in that light it looked painted, unreal; hard to grasp its weathering by so much time and water. I found a large leaf, saw a man painting in tall grasses. Later we ate lunch. A little grocery and deli nestled against another wall of the same canyon. And in the late afternoon we pointed ourselves in the direction of home. Our quiet little home, where I exposed the last few frames of film and where I reminded myself that yet another year had passed.
To Colorado
If you follow me on Instagram (@ofmountains) then you know I’ve been scanning negatives lately. I finally had two rolls of 35mm processed that I shot a year ago in August of 2011.
B and I, and little F too, went on a road trip with family to Vail, Colorado and stayed for a week, tucked ourselves into the mountains. After a few days of overcoming altitude sickness I finally had the energy for exploring.
And having left my DSLR at home, I mostly used my iPod for photographs. I also brought along my little Nishiki Super II, a camera mother gave to me, the one that I played with often when I was little. Above are a handful of the fifty or so frames that were exposed.
Processing and scanning these a full year later was a little strange. Baby F is so much bigger now and what a chatterbox he is, B now sports a beard (he started growing it out on that trip), and me, I’m not sure I’ve changed much since then. My hair is longer.
-So