I’ve written before about photography and how it’s changed. It wasn’t always this way, a sort of obsession about recording ourselves, our food and our experiences. Digital photography has changed how we see the world and how we see ourselves. I had fun today because I found a small set of photographs from 1978, all taken with what was called an instant camera. I couldn’t see the results until months after I returned home from my experience. I picked up these and other photos, in slide format, from a drug store. I didn’t know that I had purchased ‘slide film’. Sigh…I know. It’s different.
Outward Bound…an amazing and forever-memorable experience. Here are a few photos. I love that through the years and through the conversion of these to a few photographs, I have such fond and wondrous memories.
A three day solo…began with the construction of my shelter…a process I completed just as the sun went down. I grabbed a quick photo of that moment…although I had no idea what the image would look like until some months later. No filters and no photo shop.
In the morning, I explored my neighbourhood after dusting off the spiders that were warming on the inside of my plastic lean-to. A glorious home and a lovely rest after weeks of athletic training and climbing. I had three lemon flavoured candies. I decided to eat one each evening as a ritual. Funny…but fasting is the very thing that busted the nerve of some of my peers. It meant nothing to me to go without sustenance. I wrote. I warmed myself on the heat of that great boulder.
The rock was beautiful beautiful granite…so different from climbing crumble. This photo was taken just minutes before heading up my first chimney. In looking back, I’m glad it captured the essence of the rock.
Two of my lady-friends…I remember Sue is to the far right and Marianne in the middle. We have reached a summit here. Heck if I can remember the name of the mountain…we climbed 11 mountains to their summit in 31 days.