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Road In, January 2009

Often an outfit will punch a road in an impenetrable wall of growth like this and pluck out a few acres’ worth. It leaves a tidy forested road, a shell around the activity. To stop and listen is unearthly, an claustrophobic orchestration of whistle toots, chainsaws and diesel motors on par with the density of vegetation. Like straining to see in the dark, open your eyes all you want but there’s no seeing.

I’ve been experimenting with splitting the 5×12 frame to 2.5 x 12.  I ought to try to get two shots on one sheet of film but, in true frontier spirit, I think I’ll just take my half out of the middle.