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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burnt embers 
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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Thanks for your comments Sherry, my schedule is loosening up and I can start on replies at last! I bet your parents had an appropriate conveyance for their outrageous haul. Something better than rope lashings on top of a home made plywood trailer overfilled to the bursting point.
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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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Thank you Lynn. I am finally back into a more normal routine at home and able to answer comments. I very much appreciate all the comments you left while I was out of town. Your story reminds me of another – one that might have informed my worries about the saw blade. My father had a sabbatical in the UK and France when I was 7-8 and shipped over our car to accommodate the five kids. It was a Valiant station wagon, the kind with a push button transmission. It was quite a small car in North America but huge by European standards. It had a large roof rack and one day in the UK the sheet of 3/4″ plywood that rested in the bottom came flying off on a major roundabout. I think it was only me and my dad in the car and we did go back looking for it, hoping it had not penetrated a windshield. Plywood of that kind was not easily or cheaply found in the UK in those days which might explain why it had disappeared in the few minutes it took us to get back to the spot. A cheap price to pay for not finding a grisly scene of decapitation or other worst fears.
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Crazy!!
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