twelve

I have begun to look closely at the vast amount of film that I have from my Summer project in Frenchville, PA. This is the first project that I have done where I feel like I am “doing it right.” I used all the same type of film, none of it was expired, the negatives are being archived carefully, etc, etc, etc. This is a new thing for me, and I must say doing it right feels good.

As I begin to digest the content and relive some of the experiences that I had in those three weeks, the meaning of the pictures as a sequence is becoming clearer. I am so so looking forward to editing these pictures and I am enjoying the proofing process.

I went to Frenchville based upon, what was to me, a rumor about the people there being so isolated for so long that they all spoke French. Before I decided to go I had found out that this was not true, but by that time the idea of spending a considerable amount of time getting to know a “town” of about 300 people had lodged itself into my simple mind.

I stayed in people’s houses, drank at the tavern, hiked the four wheeler trails, swam in the river, made a few unlikely friends and all the while was open to anything with my camera. I will be posting more pictures here and on my flickr page as I continue to proof and work towards a final product.