Eric took the boys treasure hunting (and Aiden found a large square nail from the 1800's) while I photographed in one of the places we enjoyed-the home of the seamstress that came to central mine from England in the 1800's. Was perfect, as there were no other visitors and the entire mining site was filled with Thimbleberries, as was the whole peninsula. I will be sure to travel there to pick the first or second week of August next year. Shot with the Isolette and the Polaroid. Then my tripod of 15 years took a crap. Off it will go to Gitzo next week for a repair estimate. I really cannot afford a new one at today's prices. Aside from the fact that it has grown to be a part of my art making, having traveled by foot to many many locations and served me well. It broke in a different way one other time....when we were working the Mamiya 7 in Roselawn Cemetery in Chicago.
“No person, trying to take responsibility for her or his identity, should have to be so alone. There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors.”
― Adrienne Rich, Sources