[LargeFormat] R[ites of passag]e

[Brock Nanson]

Stuart,

The first time I tried to send this, I got a response it was being held 
for the moderator to review.  Never got a response or saw the message, 
so here it is again!

The print's a little silvered-out (that nasty old RC Ilford Multigrade!) 
but I tossed it into the scanner anyway.  It's at:

http://www.nanson.org/images/rosehill-moon.jpg

If I was to do this again I'd burn the lower left side more than I 
evidently did on this one!  Let me know if the link doesn't work - I 
can't access it by domain name from within my LAN.

Brock

stuart phillips wrote:

>Yes, DO post it if you can. I wasn't going to ask since it's been too many
>years!
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>----- Original Message ----- 
>From: "Brock Nanson" <brock@nanson.org>
>To: <largeformat@f32.net>
>Sent: Saturday, November 08, 2003 2:23 PM
>Subject: Re: [LargeFormat] Rites of passage
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>>That's what we call them around here - not sure if they have a 'real'
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>name
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>>or not!  They do stand for a long time however...
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>>No picture of the old guy or his sons.  They're known around here
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>however
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>>- they've been the root of many stories.  Or perhaps 'butt' of many
>>'stories'! ;-)  One of the sons actually is a photographer now.  Or
>>at least I've seen his name associated with photography - I don't think
>>it's his day job.
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>>The final print I made of the fence included a full moon from another
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>neg.
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>>Handy having several enlargers at your disposal (university photo club
>>darkroom).  Haven't seen it in years... if I can find it I'll scan and
>>post it on my website.
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>>Brock
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>>On Sat, 8 Nov 2003, stuart phillips wrote:
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>>>You had me rolling around with that story.
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>>>BTW: thanks for telling me what that kind of fence is called. Saw some
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>>>New England a while ago.
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>>>BTW: any pics of the old coot?
>>>----- Original Message ----- 
>>>From: "Brock Nanson" <brock@nanson.org>
>>>To: <largeformat@f32.net>
>>>Sent: Saturday, November 08, 2003 1:59 PM
>>>Subject: RE: [LargeFormat] Rites of passage
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>>>>This is something I suppose we all face at one time or another.
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>Often,
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>>>if
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>>>>we're like U.D. and enjoy stirring the pot!
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>>>>A friend and I went out into the country one cold and dark February
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>>>night
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>>>>about (Aaack!) 16 or 17 years ago.  It was 35mm equipment, but that
>>>>doesn't really change the thread any - we'd have used LF if we'd had
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>the
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>>>>gear at that time.
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>>>>The goal was to mess about with long exposures and paint with flash.
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>>>>set up on an old snake fence next to the road (the zig-zag fence
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>made
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>>>>small logs commonly used in this area before barbed wire).  Wide
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>angle
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>>>>lens, shutter on B, I walked down the road and popped my flash at a
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>few
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>>>>points to light the fence.  A few minutes after the first exposure,
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>>>4x4
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>>>>came careening out towards us from a farmhouse at the far side of
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>>>>field.  The old coot and his two grown sons (apparently home from
>>>>rocket-science school for the weekend) were wedged across the bench
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>>>seat,
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>>>>with a rifle between one's knees.
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>>>>'Whadya think YOU'RE doing out here?', in full view of the camera on
>>>>tripod.
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>>>>'Building a piano, what does it look like?'... We were still in
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>>>university
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>>>>at the time and cocky... besides which, the gun wasn't leveled at us
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>>>>only served to egg us on.  The intimidation was having the opposite
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>>>effect
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>>>>to what they had anticipated.
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>>>>One of the sons was evidently a photographer because he figured out
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>>>>the camera and tripod was for.  'What are you taking pictures of?'
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>>>>'The fence.'
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>>>>'What speed of film are you using?'
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>>>>'100 speed TMax'
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>>>>'That'll never work, it's too dark out here'.  Real stretch to work
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>>>>out... 11PM in the dead of winter, no moon, out in the country.  It
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>WAS
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>>>>dark.  No question, this guy was bright!
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>>>>'Well, I guess we're just wasting our time and film then.'
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>>>>Old Coot: 'You guys better clear out of here - this is private
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>property'
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>>>>'That side of the fence might be, but not where we're standing.
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>We'll
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>>>>leave when we're done.'
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>>>>'You better move out now, I'm calling the cops'.
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>>>>'Tell them to hurry, we'll likely be done within a half hour.'
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>>>>Off they went in a cloud of dust and a spray of gravel.  We hung
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>around
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>>>>for longer than a half hour hoping the police would show up so we
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>could
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>>>>casually mention these guys were driving around with a rifle.  No
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>luck.
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>>>>We got some great shots that night as it turned out.  I guess it
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>wasn't
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>>>as
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>>>>dark as they thought ;-)
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>>>>-- Brock Nanson
>>>>Kamloops BC Canada
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