Crossing the Country in 1932

Last Spring I was practically living in the darkroom. At one point, when I left for some food and non-chemical-air, I discovered a small package sent to me by my Morfar. Inside were several negatives from a trip that his mother - my great grandmother - had taken in 1932. At the time she was teaching in Oregon, and was invited to go to the National Teacher's Convention in Atlantic City, New Jersey. She drove with the principal, Errol Rees, and his wife, Ardell. Two other teachers went with them. They drove all the way from Oregon to New Jersey in a Model A Ford - can you imagine?

These negatives had never been printed. though there was a list of negatives she had written that she would have liked to have printed along with some descriptions. Fortunately, she also wrote about the trip in a book about our family history that she put together.

I printed some of the negatives in the darkroom, but have also scanned in many of them. They fascinate me. This is one of the things that really draws me to photography in general - the ability to preserve moments in a way that allows future generations to share in them.




A picture says 1,000 words, of course. However, I found this short paragraph in her written account to be just as interesting -
"Before we left, I had my first permanent wave, so it would be easier to care for my hair. They used a machine with clamps over the rollers and when it was turned on the electricity made the clamps very hot. Of course, they didn't consider how fine my hair is and that overheating it would cause it to become frizzy. Three days later, not having been able to get a comb through my hair, I found a Beauty Parlor in Indiana. They spent three hours trying to comb and style it. Hair spray had not yet been invented."



She writes that this was the last living slave from the family that served the George Washington family.








Sailing around one afternoon on 'Harry Hackney's Famous Yacht'!




I knew my great-grandmother, who passed away in 2005. But these pictures help me to get to know her in a new way, to know more about her past and personality when she was closer to my age. It reminds me the importance of continually documenting my life, rather than waiting for the perfect moments.

Aida

This weekend I saw a middle school production of Aida. The level of professionalism was way above middle school standards - I know I wasn't the only one in the audience that was completely blown away. To view the full gallery and order prints, click here.

Love Like Salt

Do you remember the old Italian fable about the young princess who tells her father that she loves him as meat loves salt? He gets offended, dismisses her, but she serves a banquet with no salt and gets back in his good graces. Giving us the wonderful message that without salt, life is bland.

I got my fill of salt last Friday, heading out with some other classmates and our professor, John Telford, on a day trip. We went first to Saltair and finished up at the Salt Flats. We shot a lot on the 4x5 cameras, but took some digital photos as well.

The one thing we were missing was some good meat to go with all of that salt. We planned to find a good buffet for dinner in West Wendover, but when we got there we discovered that since it was Friday night, the buffet was $25 per person. And since we're all poor college students, we chose to instead feast at the local McDonalds. Fast food in Wendover - what an exotic trip!

Up Provo Canyon

Zoning is hard. I have a love/hate relationship with the 4x5 camera. Hate because taking it out causes me anxiety, my hands smell like fixer all the time, and all the technical aspects make my head want to explode.

But I have an deep love for it too, because I end up with things like this.



Up Provo canyon early one Sunday morning. It was freezing.
Shot on TMax 400.