Image mining

Harrisville, NH

I have been availing myself of and most recently watched the tutorial on making vintage or distressed looking photos. It gave me the opportunity to go back through my old images and see what I could mine from them. And it was great fun to try this and that to get different results. I am fortunate that my library offers as part of the services, as I would not have checked it out otherwise. There are so many topics you can explore that it could take over your life. But worth looking at anyhow as each offers a sample to watch to see if it is really one you’d like. The above image is an old film one that I had scanned into my computer years ago. One I’ve always liked but been unsure what to do with it. This was the answer. I feel like the aging adds a bit of mystery to the image, as if you might have found it caught in the far back of a bureau drawer and don’t know why it was there, or why someone saved it all those years ago.

What story does it have that it cannot tell?



The blizzard is over, leaving close to 3 feet of snow in the area. Needless to say almost everything was closed. Today is more clean up and back to work. Such is winter in New England, and all the other regions that get big winter snowstorms. The 2 images are taken about 12 hours apart from just before the storm started to about the halfway point. Luckily it is that lovely light and fluffy snow that is a bit easier to shovel! All in all an uneventful storm, no power outages, no trees down and the like. I am fine with an “uneventful storm”, the storm part is enough.


Closed for the season


No homesick campers are in these bunkhouses now, only the stale air and the scurry of tiny feet are in residence. No doubt there are winter guests making use of the empty spaces, secured against winter storms. It is a quiet time for the camp, a chance to be alive in a more muted way. In a few months the airing out will begin and the sprucing up in preparation for the season opening. Then towels will be draped to dry, shouts will echo across the complex and the sounds of summer will take hold. For now though only the winter winds blow through carrying leaves along on their gusts.

Spoon in the road


I seem to have reached a spoon in the road. A fork would be easier to deal than the cul-de-sac nature of the spoon, which only returns me to where I started. It seems my days are full of things both tiny and large that are distracting and time-consuming, and sometimes with nothing to show for the effort. My studio work table is littered with “Huh, that didn’t work.” attempts. I fear I am casting my net too wide and netting nothing as a result for the time spent. Every new technique seems to catch my interest, to lead me down a path that peters out. Luckily I have avoided the wasted money that goes with these whims so it is just time that has been spent. This is why I stay off Pinterest, all the glossy. glittery ideas end up just being an annoyance, an interruption to time I could use elsewhere. And like a buffet too tempting to overindulge in. It is too easy to get caught up in the idea of trying too many new things to the detriment of all of them. I am trying to avoid the cul-de-sac  detours that keep me from the creativity I need to focus on, to determine what I really want to create and less on the ideas that look fun but aren’t really me. When I am next in the studio, I will sweep away the detritus of what has crept in and been interesting to try but not interesting enough to deserve table space. To avoid the spoons in the road.

By the way, who leaves a spoon (or any other flatware) in the road anyhow?