About 11, we broke into two groups. Alison and Claire had arranged for us to go to the Rockport Marine, right down the hill from the Union Hall, for an hour shooting time in the facility. Rockport Marine is a working yard for the construction and restoration of wooden boats. We were allowed into the shop where three boats were in various stages of restoration. This was another fairly low light situation, but a tripod was a bit of a hinderence in the tight confines of the facility. One of the boats under restoration was stripped down to its ribs and painted in the traditional bright orange, lead-based sealing paint. Those colors, plus the woodworking tools, the sweep of a boat hull up in drydock, the open bay doors, the workers in their overalls and protective hardhats, the boat's ribs, even the smells of wood shavings made it a fascinating place to explore for interesting photos that illustrated the art of wooden boat building.While one group was shooting in the Marine yard, the other group had time to set up a one-on-one session with Alison about images they had taken.
After lunch we had our daily critique of photos from the day before. Again, it was fascinating and instructive to see so many images, with different points of view, of the same subject.
In the late afternoon, we drove up to Camden to shoot images at the local Farmers' Market. There weren't a lot of stalls but the farmers who manned the booths that were there generously allowed us close access: there was a green veggies farmers with "skapes," curly beans, cabbages, etc.; an aromatic bakery with fat loaves covered in rosemary; a local goat cheese dairy with a cheese and berry "torte;" a mushroom farmer, flowers, baskets and a 31-year strawberry farmer — or as he said it "fahmah." We took plenty of images and bought some of the offerings.
After supper at the campus, we all returned to the Union Hall for the evening's presentations. Alison presented a show of her work against some family history and the story of her personal photographer's journey. Her presentation was lively, touching and lovely. After Alison, the architechtural photographer Norman McGrath talked about the technical aspects of shooting buildings — inside and out.
After McGrath's presentation was over, I headed back to the Schooner Inn to edit the images I'd taken that day and get ready for an early departure on Thursday. We were scheduled to leave at 7:30 for the Olson House.
It was another late night and my mind was spinning with images, colors, lens information, etc. I was aware that I hadn't read a newspaper since Saturday or watched any television. Although I'd brought a sketchbook, there was no time for it. It was photography, all the way. Additional images from Wednesday can be viewed at photos.
After lunch we had our daily critique of photos from the day before. Again, it was fascinating and instructive to see so many images, with different points of view, of the same subject.
In the late afternoon, we drove up to Camden to shoot images at the local Farmers' Market. There weren't a lot of stalls but the farmers who manned the booths that were there generously allowed us close access: there was a green veggies farmers with "skapes," curly beans, cabbages, etc.; an aromatic bakery with fat loaves covered in rosemary; a local goat cheese dairy with a cheese and berry "torte;" a mushroom farmer, flowers, baskets and a 31-year strawberry farmer — or as he said it "fahmah." We took plenty of images and bought some of the offerings.After supper at the campus, we all returned to the Union Hall for the evening's presentations. Alison presented a show of her work against some family history and the story of her personal photographer's journey. Her presentation was lively, touching and lovely. After Alison, the architechtural photographer Norman McGrath talked about the technical aspects of shooting buildings — inside and out.
After McGrath's presentation was over, I headed back to the Schooner Inn to edit the images I'd taken that day and get ready for an early departure on Thursday. We were scheduled to leave at 7:30 for the Olson House.
It was another late night and my mind was spinning with images, colors, lens information, etc. I was aware that I hadn't read a newspaper since Saturday or watched any television. Although I'd brought a sketchbook, there was no time for it. It was photography, all the way. Additional images from Wednesday can be viewed at photos.
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