pumpkinfest
I was asked to capture scenes and moments at our village's annual Pumpkinfest, an entirely volunteer-driven and free-to-the-public event that seems to grow more popular each year - this was the fifth edition. It was also the first time that rain has sullied the forecast, however it didn't deter the visitors, and the drizzle was light and intermittent, and the temperatures were on the warm side. So here is the highlight reel.
Ned
As I mentioned in my previous post, yesterday was a very busy day, with lots of photography occasioned by 1) a friend's new puppy (closing the circle begun here) ; 2) our village's fifth annual Pumpkinfest, which I was asked to document; and 3) a Thanksgiving family photo session that is becoming a running tradition - this year makes three in a row with this family : 4 generations, including 5 kids under 6 years old, plus assorted dogs and ponies. They are a very genuine, laid-back and photogenic group, so that helps.
I have hundreds of photos on the short list to be edited, and having spent all of today doing just that, I'd say that I am halfway through.
So let's begin with Ned. He's 8 weeks old, and he only just came home a couple of days ago. It's a great, big wonderful world for this little Great Pyrenees-Saint Bernard cross.
They're heeerrrrre...
They're coming...they're here.
With their designer handbags, SUVs and candy-coloured sports cars, latte in one hand, phone in the other, carefully accessorized children in tow.
It's Thanksgiving weekend and the Summer People are back for one last arrogant hurrah before boarding up their cottages, turning the keys over to the hired-help caretakers, and Porsching their way back to the city to get on with their important lives, until next May calls them back here.
I've spent four full-time years up here, and I admit that with each new winter, I become more misanthropic and more reclusive. Six months of snow will do that to you. But even before becoming a year round resident I've never identified with the monied crowd that summers here. I don't resent them so much as I resent their lack of appreciation for the peace and quiet of nature, which they not only do not notice, but actively trample over.
When Tuesday morning comes, I will breathe a sigh of relief. Between now and then, you'll find me deep within my turtle-shell...
