Day 2272 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.



On this day two years ago (day 1542): Looking up on 94th Street
Day 2272 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
On this day two years ago (day 1542): Looking up on 94th Street
Day 2271 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
On this day three years ago (day 1175): Lipstick
The first image is of of a presently-closed inn. It’s four frames stitched in Photoshop, which might run slightly counter the spirit of shooting with an antique, but whatever. I’m a wide shooter and as we will see the wide lenses from this era just aren’t very good. The grave marker is in the Warren town cemetery; I found it moving that someone is bothering to maintain (with a flag) a marker for a young soldier killed in the Civil War in 1862, and that his body found its way back home to Warren. Litchfield County was an hotbed of radical Abolitionists, so many young men volunteered for service and many died.
Day 2270 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
On this day four years ago (day 809): TaosSki Valley