Photography: Fiber Festival

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Coggeshall Farm in Bristol RI hosts the Fiber Festival every year.
When shearing sheep, you wear special shoes to keep from injuring them.
A sheep will not struggle if it feels like it has no chance of righting itself, so it’s a delicate process to keep the sheep feeling immobilized.
how it comes off the sheep.
Spinning the wool off the sheep into yarn…
… That yarn is being used to weave a shawl for a raffle.
The most familiar form.
These turkeys made the most excellent noise.
They had such fascinating colors.

The Fiber Festival takes place every year in Bristol, RI, in May. The farm has horses and a donkey. Coggeshall Farm, that hosts the Festival, is also a museum. It stands as a reconstruction of a farm from the turn of the 18th century.

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Cops, anarchy, and feather boas.

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Police by aeroplang
Police, a photo by aeroplang on Flickr.

Cops are a state apparatus that make me really nervous. Usually I avoid even looking at them, if possible. Much less talking to them, and almost never taking their picture. But during Athens Pride, I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to capture all of these young men standing, watching the parade go by. Continue reading →

Ruminations on the future and war.

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I don’t want to get shot. That’s what it boils down to.

This may seem like an obvious admission, because no one wants to get shot. Perhaps it speaks to my sheltered existence that the threat of physical violence has such a hold over me, or perhaps it makes me human, but I do not want to find myself in a situation where other people have weapons and the authority or desire to use them.

Sometimes I think that I am a pacifist because I have never had to fight for anything in my life.

But there is the question of war reporting. Continue reading →