With Sawblade

 

This shot of my parents was made a couple of weeks ago.

It is shot outside what we still sometimes call “the stables”, though it has not held livestock for 40 years or more.

Since then it has held a workshop and a pottery studio.

Gradually the building name has shifted to “the pottery”.

I remember when that saw blade came into the family when  I was a kid.

My recollection is that we stopped at a sawmill in Boston Bar in the Fraser Canyon.

Somehow my dad acquired the saw blade and attached it on top of the box trailer we always used on those summer outings.

Did someone help lift all that steel on to the trailer?

I remember wondering what would happen if it broke free at 60 mph and went flying down the road.

 


Canon 7N, EF 50mm f1.4 lens, Ilford XP2

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2 thoughts on “With Sawblade

  1. That photo and your story made me think of my own parents and some of the outrageous things they hauled home. They had an antique shop and that was all the excuse needed! I especially recall the Batmobile car and Western pony coin operated riding things that showed up one day. Of course the grand kids were delighted the rest of us…..stunned….again! Thanks for a walk down memory lane AND a great photo!

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  2. A very poetic image and story; the photo is beautifully processed, with all those textures. That thing is huge, I can’t imagine bringing it home – or acquiring it – on a family trip. It shows where some of your imagination came from, just to want to do that and carry it through takes a certain spirit. Your wise fear reminds me of driving down the insane mass of wild, speeding traffic of all kinds that is the New Jersey Turnpike one afternoon in our Toyota pick up. We were doing well over 65 (you have no choice) with three of us squashed in the cab. Suddenly, the bed liner flew out of the truck, caught wind and blew back down the highway behind us. I was so terrified it would cause a major accident. Somehow it didn’t. We didn’t even try to go back for it – such was the insanity of that highway and those times – it would have been too difficult.

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