Peeling The Onion

Peeling paint tells a story of seasons come and gone.  The tales of a dormant railroad car in North Conway and long demolished general store in nearby Bartlett are heavy with personal history. 

New England was my home for 30 years and these decade old photographs stir thoughts of crisp autumn air, wood smoke and long friendships.  It doesn’t mean these two photographs were necessarily taken in fall it’s just that those are the flavors of northern New Hampshire to me.  I know exactly where I stood when I pushed the shutter release in each of these images.  That kind of recall is probably part of every photographer’s memory bank but this is the first time I’ve appreciated the precision with which I could remember the moment.  It seems even more remarkable given the tens of thousands of images taken since.