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Below are a few photographs from the Hoosac Transect project. This is an ongoing project which began as a study of the Hoosac Tunnel, and has grown into a project photographing anything interesting along this old rail line.
More photographs can be seen at this link here.
I have my self published book Bazaar/ Curiosities submitted to the Photo Book Now contest at Blurb.com.
Have a look at my submission, and give a vote for it if you like what you see.
What photographer can resist the the traveling carnival as a subject? The Carnival is in town.
Dalton Carnival
Dalton Carnival
Dalton Carnival
One of the great things about heading out with your camera is finding the unexpected. I was hiking by a river, scouting for another project, when I stumbled upon this abandoned Plymouth Belvedere. I think it is a 1954 Belvedere, but not certain of that. It is quite well preserved, considering it had been sitting here for uncounted years. The doors were locked, windows shut. I’ll be following up with a revisit to this beautiful old car.
Hoosac Tunnel - East Portal
Hoosac Tunnel West Portal
These photographs – both taken on the same day, show the east and west portal of the Hoosac Tunnel. I shot the west portal first, early in the morning, then drove over the Hoosac mountain range to get to the east portal, during which time a train came through, leaving a lot of diesel smoke in the tunnel. Still an interesting comparison of the two end of one of the oldest tunnels in the US. The west end is looking pretty shabby, with the remains of a broken door covering the original beautiful stone work entrance. This should be removed, it is a historic tunnel, bought with the lives of over 200 men during the 25 years of construction, and it deserves to be better tended and preserved. The two ends are almost 5 miles apart in a straight line, but the tunnel ascends from both ends to a high point in the center, so you can’t see through to the other portal.
If you dissect a bird
to diagram his tongue
you’ll cut the chord
articulating song
If you flay a beast
to marvel at the mane,
you’ll wreck the rest
from which the fur began
Stanza’s from Trio Of Love Songs by Sylvia Plath
cocktails and bowling
Does it get any better than cocktails and bowling?
I couldn’t resist these exquisite biology class models of brains. The models I photographed here are quite old, and show years of student handling. In the upper photo on the left is a trout brain, on right is a hare brain. In the lower photo, trout on left and pigeon brain on the right. I didn’t note what the center model was, anyone know, or care to hazard a guess?
The models are made by the Denoyer-Geppert Co., and a quick visit to their website shows some excellent anatomy models. I was a bit disappointed that I couldn’t find any fish, amphibian or bird brains listed on their current web catalog.
Hare brain and bird brain, now we have the models to see what they actually look like.
Old objects can have a life of their own, some subtle, others wear their history written on the surface. I found this old school desk at a junk shop in Vermont. Reading the graffitti brings me back to my days behind the desk, bored, waiting for the bell to ring. I’m currently working on a self published photo book on objects like this, finds from flea markets, garage sales and junk shops.
The flea market series are photographs that I treat as sketches, snapshots of things that catch my eye and that I find interesting. Objects interest me, and these objects have lost their way, they are a discourse on an unknown history. Very often I\’m surprised to find that the photographs are more interesting than the original scene, the ability to frame and isolate these scenes, and thereby edit out the surrounding chaos, brings a focus to them that doesn\’t exist in their true environment.
There are a thousand stories wanting to be told by these objects, but they are fairly mute and give only hints about where they have been. So there is a vagueness in their message, and there is also an attraction that can be hard to define; memories from childhood are triggered from some unexpected details, a dial, the shape of a chair, an old game, an ornament or toy.
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