Blues in my bread

I haven’t worked much with cyanotypes because I don’t really care for blue prints. But with Covid keeping me out of the darkroom and all the ingredients sitting in my studio, it made sense to try.

A little research made it clear that toning gave me more options than just blue. Here are the results so far. look for more as I work through the process.

The blue

Better than I expected
It’s growing on me

The black: coffee

Nice
Some like it darker
Horse

The gold: tea

Dynamic
Tea horse

Där får man värme och ljus

Plans change. Normally we would go to western Massachusetts to celebrate midsommar in late June. But we were supposed to be in Italy and France around this time. Then the plague came. That’s how we ended up celebrating the solstice in this lovely house in Paxinos (pack-SAI-nus) PA.

Nora cleaning strawberries
Max ready to sing Helan Går
Nora concentrating on food
Kris looking beautiful
Flowers and akvavit
Nora, Max, and Rosie
Nature is required
Nestled in the mountains
Along the path

Moke from Shamokin

Shamokin is a coal town in central PA. It seems to have been hit hard by the loss of coal and industry jobs and the opioid crisis. The population is about 7,000 now, down from a peak of 50,000 in the 50s.

Shamokin has an interesting labor history, including the Shamokin Uprising of 1877.

I only spent a few hours there—barely enough to scratch the surface.

The Blessed Mother
A nice place to get lunch
View from the hills
Downtown street

RIP Diana

I dropped the Diana maybe one too many times and it seems it’s gone to meet its maker.

Here are some of the last salvageable images from it. They feel melancholy and reflect my muddy view of the past few weeks.

Fuck 12
12 Monkeys?
Yes
These guys
Youth of today
Not all bad
Respite
Family
Creek