cold

stories

Sometimes a few facts tell a story better than telling the story:

-I spent some time with my family in Seattle over the holidays, and as I was leaving a dear brother of mine gifted me a nice Churchill size cigar
-Cigars go bad after a few days of not being kept in a humidor, especially in dry weather
-We’re in the middle of a dry cold spell here (something like 10 or 20 below at the moment)
-I don’t have a humidor
-There sits on my back porch the stubly remains of an enjoyed cigar
-My nose is still regaining feeling. C’mon little nose, just a bit more, you can do it! Get that feeling back already!
-I am currently wearing a hoodie, synthetic down jacket, my Great Uncle Nick’s wool hunting jacket, a stocking cap, neck gator, wool gloves, long johns, heavy carhartt pants, and two pairs of socks
-I’m still shivering a little bit, even though I came back inside half an hour ago
-I smell like smoke
-I like a good cigar

photography

So a while back I forayed into film, here: http://wp.me/p14q4r-97. Since then, I have: bought a film SLR, a nice digital SLR and four lenses, and I have sold three lenses and a nice digital SLR.

So now, another first foray: development.

Ok, well sorta the first…maybe actually second. But lets just say these here were my first try, ok? I feel better that way.

For those of us: F3HP, e series 35mm, Kodak 400TX, Ilford chems

Last ado: when I got here I took some color film to the only film-developing guy in town, and the shots came out bluer than a song B.B. King wrote the day his dog died. I took these developed negatives to him for scanning, and half came out like these first five.

 

stories

(from a week ago)

Neighbor and his little boy walking out of their cabin when I walk out of my cabin to go do some business in the bath house, Hey Dave we saw a rabbit gonna go get him, the little boy dressed up in his stalking cap and jeans and boots and toting a bb gun just like the one I got Christmas morning how many years ago, Sure let me just do some quick business and I’m there. In my jeans and hoodie. It’s cold out.

My neighbor takes the road up the left and the little guy and I go right to wait, but the rabbit was too smart saw and knew he was being flushed into the blazing sight of a bb gun wielded by a dangerous 7 year old, so the rabbit doubles back past pops who doesn’t take the shot so his little boy can have another chance. They keep going, I go back to put on gloves, hands real cold, they keep going, the rabbit’s gone and the little guy’s feet are really really freezing cold Daddy I need to go back to the cabin my feet feel like ice! Daddy I can’t walk my feet are ice! So my neighbor hoists up his little boy and I carry the .22 in my right hand and the little guy’s bb gun in my left and we walk back to the cabin, I can’t feel three of my fingers even though it’s not that cold out right now, neighbor says OK lets go over to the other thicket and find another one so we go, find the rabbit highway and split and start, I’m shivering and wondering which finger I won’t feel next and then a white dash and I see where he went. Hey over here lets head back to the main road I think he stopped close by so we double back and the big white rabbit takes a few more strides toward the road then up, my neighbor still hasn’t seen him but I know I saw him, I stay put he goes up on the road and up further and back into the woods and back down and finds the rabbit. I get closer, still can’t see, Ok I can’t see him still, you see him? You see him then, ok, you take your shot. He wanted to give me a chance, but better a rabbit than a chance right? Crack like snapping a small dry branch echoes muted through dry cold air and Yup got him. Lost feeling in two more fingers on my left hand and where there is feeling it hurts like hell and now my chest feels kinda funny but not woosy because a cute rabbit just got shot, but something definitely feels not right, breathing feels funny. My neighbor goes to his cabin to grab a bite to eat and I go to the bath house to warm up and when I get in and close the door I feel really not good and my head hurts and my hands hurt where I can feel them and my breathing’s funny.

Hands under warm water, hands under warm water, things get better and five minutes later all’s well. Body into shock from cold body out of shock thanks to warm water, it’s been a while since I’ve been that cold. I step out and my neighbor’s got the rabbit on the tailgate of his truck and ready to go and he shows me how to skin and gut it, half an hour, now there’s rabbit in a pot in the fridge marinating and hearty alaska rabbit stew tomorrow. We shoot the breeze about how chicken at the grocery store is just ridiculous, how you can eat rabbit every day if you want, there’s a lot of these guys around. Go out and an hour later you have a pelt in one hand and a rabbit ready to cook in the other. Can’t even get to town and buy chicken from Safeway and get back in an hour.

Well, I will have to go to town for the veggies, but I think that’s ok.