You can read the story of the Annala barn and how I finally came to
access that here.
Given free reign, I took full advantage and eventually shot the
place every which way, using 4x5 and 120mm transparency. Also with the Toy Canon,
to cover my butt. Near the end of the Odyssey, I visited armed with the brand spankin' new Nikon. All
I can say is that I'm damned glad I lasted so long.
Digital image capture/processing is made for the likes of the Annala
Barn. Those aspects of the structure typically sheathed in shadow stand
reasonably revealed. What's luminous in life is done representative justice.
Accompanied by my dear friend Amanda, on a bright sunny day to help close my sojourn, I did my best to translate the place in that moment in time.
Accompanied by my dear friend Amanda, on a bright sunny day to help close my sojourn, I did my best to translate the place in that moment in time.
So let's take one last look inside, eh?
I'll be forever grateful to the current owner for
taking such good, loving care of this priceless legacy property and for allowing me to work it. Also to the far flung
Annala clan, for their generosity of spirit. What follows is dedicated to all of them.
May Mathew Annala's sturdy old stone barn shine for generations to come…
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