My first real camera. A Petri 7S manual camera with all the settings. I bought it at a pawnshop while I was on the island of Okinawa in 1964.
And got my first best picture.
Gene Stencel was the subject. In the barracks. A Quonset hut. He had a candle. I saw the lighting potential. Got him to shield the flame with his hand. Timed exposure in the dark. Nailed it!
Labrador. Nova Scotia.
Close enough.
Happy New Year everybody!
The 2019 trip.
Winter there must be so dark and brutal. We didn’t see that part. We spent the summer there and saw warm weather, almost endless days, and lush growth. A brief but intense growing season. A growing season so powerful that even trees cut and stacked for firewood refused to give up.
Taylor flew from London to Denver. Becky, Brian, and Conner met her at the airport. Together they all flew to the Pacific Northwest to meet up with Tony, Teigan, and Elise who are already there. They saved their Christmas celebration for today when they could all be together. David, Taylor’s partner, was on her phone from Wales, and Judy and I got to join in.
Matt and Lindsay carrying on the “too much is not enough” tradition.
But in a much neater way!
