Another cabin visit

They have got to do something about that road. I think all my molecules have been jarred loose. On the way back out I was following an unloaded 10 wheel dump truck for the last few kilometers, and he was crawling along at about 10 KPH most of the time. This is what he had delivered (I don’t know why):


My work got interrupted by the failing of the air compressor. Let’s back up a minute and see how that goes. I need to dig out underneath more, okay? I get everything set up so I can roll the wheelbarrow in and load it directly to take dirt out and dump it. Right, just have to air up the tires and then start digging. Compressor would not start. Not off the inverter and not off the generator. Total jam-up. Funny because I’d used it two days earlier to air up the van tires. This is an easily transported tankless compressor, not some huge monster like the one I use for the nailers. I’ve had it about 35 years. Can’t imagine why it’s suddenly packed it in. I would have appreciated it if the fault had occurred before I hauled it out there and tried to use it. But that’s not what happened. Oh and they don’t make replacements for it.

Anyway the water in the lake has gone down a little:


Here’s a butterfly on the porch screen. It wouldn’t open its wings, but it looks pretty neat anyway:


I heard a lot of birds around but only managed to shoot (I know) a couple:

Least Flycatcher
Unknown red bird

I can’t match that one up with anything in my bird book. I need a new bird book.

So now I need a new air compressor as well as all the other things I’ve got to get and do. Obviously not going to be getting out there full time soon!

Meanwhile in Peru …

The Trestle Series

Jim Grey likes to take pictures of bridges. Who can blame him? They’re interesting from both an aesthetic and a historic point of view. He keeps making me think of all the bridges I’ve come across, or gone across, over many years and roads. One time when I’d looked at a train trestle he posted I got to thinking about the forgotten one in my hometown; a structure abandoned in a field from a long-removed train track. Remnants of that line were in evidence all over during the time of my childhood, mostly in the form of rails still embedded in the road whereas the rest of the tracks had long been taken up.

Anyway, I forgot about it shortly after seeing his pictures. If there’s one thing old age does it’s make it easy to forget. Besides, I would never be going back there again so I wouldn’t be getting any pictures of that trestle – even if I could hike to it. A small part of my mind (about all that’s left of it) wondered if I ever had? But no, even if so those images would be lost along with the thousands of others that disappeared.

Lately I’ve been going through the few old pictures I have found, and in a pure case of serendipitous Zen (or something) … well it’s unbelievable but there were some pictures of that old railroad trestle! These were on some Kodachrome slides, and they didn’t fare well. They are in B&W now because the colour was horrific and two of the images had severe light streak damage, which makes me think it’s another test roll from one of the 60+ 35mm cameras I’ve owned. They weren’t all winners.

The trestle itself was a stone structure built to carry the tracks over a small, permanent stream. It is way off the main highway – and was even further off before they put Rte. 63 through there. I doubt anyone else knows it’s there, not even whoever owns the land now.





(I don’t really know what that last bit is, but it was near the trestle.)

As you can see, it was a bit the worse for age and lack of maintenance even back then.

There are other stories connected with this trestle, the old rail line, and the days of my youth, but the amazing thing here is that I came across these few photos of it. There were a lot of relics of the past hanging around the area when I was young, and I didn’t think to photograph them then. Too late now. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, except for the sensation of angst that comes with it.

The Chimney Series

Recently I had the opportunity of looking at an old farmstead (the story behind this is complicated). I didn’t have much time because of all the other things I needed to do that day, but I had an hour to look about. The one thing that struck me was the site where the newest house (built in the 1960s) had burned down leaving only the chimney. Well it was more than just a column of bricks, and I shot a few photos of it. If I’d had more time I would have shot more – and come ready with other gear. Different times of day or of year et cetera would have yielded more results just from this one mass of miscellaneous masonry. As it was I took a dozen photos with the camera I had, the T100, and about half of them turned out nice with little effort. I haven’t even tried desaturating any yet. But here are the ones I think came out good.







That last one I believe I’ll get a print made of it and hang it on the wall; it’s a great image of colour and texture and shape.

Perhaps in the future I’ll have the chance to return there and shoot some of the other old log buildings. Or perhaps not.