I was atop Fort Hill in Gorham, watching the celestial fun with my telescope and a digital camera. I was also making authentic wet plate collodion tintypes with my truck-mounted mobile darkroom.
A few of Dayton’s more interesting finds include a sword, vintage art deco earrings, coins minted more than a century ago, dozens of wedding rings and a single heart-shaped, silver locket he’s pretty sure contains human ashes.
Sometimes folks hire me to make pictures for them. Often, it’s a high school senior or family reunion. Once in a great while they’d like me to record a wedding. There’s special dogs, too.
My moto-travel best bud Dean Clegg and I rode from Portland, Maine, through New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, around Newfoundland, then back home in 2019.
he ferry was called the MV Apollo and it had seen better days. Caked in rust, it had a pronounced list to the port side, I thought. It did have a cheap, hot breakfast and plenty of coffee on board and that made it OK in my book.
Our first stop on a daylong tour of the town was the E.J. Broomfield Arena and the 7th annual Guardian Hamilton Drugs Junior Labrador Soccer Cup. We watched teams of kids and teens from Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Churchill Falls and Labrador City kick the ball around, arena football style, in a converted hockey rink.
May 31, 2018 — I woke to the sound of rain pattering on my tent. It wasn’t a torrent. I got up. Dean and I huddled around his Jetboil, not talking much, till the coffee was ready. The rain let up and we packed our things.
May 29, 2018 — The next day dawned clear and cold. The sky was a painful blue. Sunglasses were a must. After a hot breakfast, and a farewell in French, we headed north on a paved road.
Dean and I had ridden north, into the wilderlands, to see if there was any adventure left in a Trans-Labrador Highway ride. Once known as the longest dirt road in the world, it’s now largely paved. Most of the adventure bikers that once flocked to it have since moved on to other, more remote gravel challenges.
“It was like stepping back in time,” said Erin Fennelly, one of the dancers on the floor Saturday night at the fifth Zootz reunion event at Space Gallery on Congress Street.
From the archives: Originally published December 26, 2017 Eric Foster remembers gassing up, downing a mouthful of Gatorade and taking a picture of a beautiful flower. After that, Foster got back on his motorcycle and took off down the road. He was nearly 900 miles north of Montreal and 300 miles from his goal. Foster… Read more: He was alone, on fire with a broken back. Hundreds of miles away from the closest city.
Brownfield, Maine has a Civil War monument unlike any other in the state.
I was atop Fort Hill in Gorham, watching the celestial fun with my telescope and a digital camera. I was also making authentic wet plate collodion tintypes with my truck-mounted mobile darkroom.
A few of Dayton’s more interesting finds include a sword, vintage art deco earrings, coins minted more than a century ago, dozens of wedding rings and a single heart-shaped, silver locket he’s pretty sure contains human ashes.
When I made these photos, it was summertime and warm, excellent jazz weather. The Hadacol Bouncers play New Orleans and Chicago-style music.
Sometimes folks hire me to make pictures for them. Often, it’s a high school senior or family reunion. Once in a great while they’d like me to record a wedding. There’s special dogs, too.
My moto-travel best bud Dean Clegg and I rode from Portland, Maine, through New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, around Newfoundland, then back home in 2019.
he ferry was called the MV Apollo and it had seen better days. Caked in rust, it had a pronounced list to the port side, I thought. It did have a cheap, hot breakfast and plenty of coffee on board and that made it OK in my book.
Before we left Happy Valley-Goose Bay (again) Dean and I stopped at the highway department headquarters to get a report on the road conditions.
Our first stop on a daylong tour of the town was the E.J. Broomfield Arena and the 7th annual Guardian Hamilton Drugs Junior Labrador Soccer Cup. We watched teams of kids and teens from Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Churchill Falls and Labrador City kick the ball around, arena football style, in a converted hockey rink.
May 31, 2018 — I woke to the sound of rain pattering on my tent. It wasn’t a torrent. I got up. Dean and I huddled around his Jetboil, not talking much, till the coffee was ready. The rain let up and we packed our things.
May 29, 2018 — The next day dawned clear and cold. The sky was a painful blue. Sunglasses were a must. After a hot breakfast, and a farewell in French, we headed north on a paved road.
Dean and I had ridden north, into the wilderlands, to see if there was any adventure left in a Trans-Labrador Highway ride. Once known as the longest dirt road in the world, it’s now largely paved. Most of the adventure bikers that once flocked to it have since moved on to other, more remote gravel challenges.
“It was like stepping back in time,” said Erin Fennelly, one of the dancers on the floor Saturday night at the fifth Zootz reunion event at Space Gallery on Congress Street.
From the archives: Originally published December 26, 2017 Eric Foster remembers gassing up, downing a mouthful of Gatorade and taking a picture of a beautiful flower. After that, Foster got back on his motorcycle and took off down the road. He was nearly 900 miles north of Montreal and 300 miles from his goal. Foster… Read more: He was alone, on fire with a broken back. Hundreds of miles away from the closest city.