time machine – Page 36 – Black and White

Blue

Riverview — A color a feeling a name an album…

busted

caught in the act.

just us chickens

why you here?

a complaint was filed

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Grandfather and Granddaughter

I’ve been scanning old negatives. The window into the past is contact sheets, but if a negative is dreadfully under or overexposed, the image will not be visible. So I saw this composition once, in 1983 when I took the photo. Yesterday I saw it a second time. My father and his granddaughter. A good man. Letting the sleeping baby lie. Photo from Providence RI, the Hidden Street house.
This was the twins first foray north of the Mason Dixon line.

Fireman’s Parade, Orange Virginia

Fun studying old pictures. Old guys sitting way up on a wall. Cigarette smoking, white socks, general amity.

…overalls, pre-Nike tennis shoes

Not a cell phone in sight, people talking to each other.

Chuck Perdue

UVA would benefit from a building named for this man. A building with a circumferential front-porch, a bottomless coffee pot, a media lab and climate controlled storage for all Chuck’s projects.
UVA Today 10/8/2007
UVA Department of Anthropology

before baristas and craft beer

213 W Main — Back when motor vehicles ruled downtown CHO. Virginia Lunch (in the spot currently occupied by the Mudhouse)

Virginia lunch menu — Affordable.

Wurlitzer, but no dancing.

I don’t remember Tina’s last name. She presided. Cooked, served food, ran the register.

Coffee and the grill.

Arrow 77, Schlitz, PBR…

split rail

dog fence — 1983, chestnut split rail fence. Hoping that the American Chestnut Foundation is successful and that these fences reappear in the landscape.

it’s a guy thing

bob wire — farm items being auctioned

Pictoralism, Whois?

whois — Ran into this image, it, and the board it was mounted on, used to backup a portrait from 1902.

whois — The larger scene + a signature. Help!

Rosni Farm

Rosni Farm wasn’t my first or last job, but of the places I’ve lived/worked, it owns my heart. The pasture, crop and woodland, the herd, the barns, the buildings and the people, were featured in stories from 100+ years. The stories were part and parcel of being there, they were the soul of a place. Stories were told, around a wood stove, under a shade tree, on a hay wagon. They made work easier, they made the world bigger.