Linda Grashoff's Photography Adventures

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Fish Bins 45 through 57, and a Story, Part 1


February 11, 2019

I was in Cortez on a Monday, photographing fish bins. Suddenly an authoritative voice in back of me said, “What are you doing?” Uh-oh. I’d never been challenged while walking the fish-house property, but I almost always was there on a Sunday, when workers were not. I turned around to see a woman flanked by two men. I said (cheerily, I hoped), “I’m photographing these fish bins. I don’t know the real name for them, but I—” “We call them vats,” said the woman. “Oh,” I said; “Do you work here?” “Yes, I’m the owner.” Gulp. “Well,” I said, trying to stay cheerful, “I have a photograph of one of these vats at a show in Boston right now. I just love these things.” The woman broke into a grin. “Really? I’m going to Boston in March. Will the show still be up then?” Yes, it would, I assured her. Relief all around. She and her men had wondered if I was documenting something to make trouble, and I had wondered if I would be charged with trespassing.

Now that we were on friendly terms, the woman introduced herself as Karen Bell, the granddaughter of A.P. Bell, who founded the company in the 1920s. Many of the vats have “A. P. Bell” written on them in welding steel, she pointed out (and I have photographed). Karen asked if I knew what the numbers on the sides of the vats mean. (No.) “It’s the weight of the vat. After the fish are offloaded into them, the vats are weighed and the vat weight subtracted to give the weight of the fish.” The fishermen are then paid by the weight of the fish. Later in her office I got Karen’s e-mail address to send her information about the Boston show. She told me she was giving a tour of the fish house in three days to benefit the local museum, and I was welcome to sign up. I did! This story will continue in the next blog post. Here are photos I took that day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Hoses in Poses, Continued 5


February 1, 2019

Some of these lines may be cables of some sort rather than hoses, but I don’t have a good rhyme for them. Found all these guys at the marina in Sarasota’s Bayfront Park.

 

 

 


Cross-Gartered Traffic Cones and Friends


January 12, 2019

On the same day I harvested the dumpster photographs for the previous post, I came across a few batches of traffic cones to add to my collection.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


If You Go to Boston . . .


December 10, 2018

Because of the kindness of three people, I am privileged (along with 61 other photographers) to be exhibiting a photograph in the Passageway of the Lafayette City Center in Boston. The Passageway links Macy’s with the Hyatt Regency Hotel. The show, Abstraction Attraction, is up now through May 5, 2019. Note that you can see all the photographs online. If you happen to be in the Passageway during this time and see my photo, please let me know! The photographs were selected by Paula Tognarelli, executive director and curator of the Griffin Museum of Photography. Here’s the chosen photo, The Fish Bins of Cortez 38, and a link to other fish-bin photos. Big thanks to Stephen Tomasko, who sent me the entry information, and to my friends Katie Brown and Robert Taylor, who prompted Stephen by telling him that I “was a photographer, too.”


A Crowd of Cones


October 14, 2018

How I ever got started with traffic cones, I don’t know. But I’ve been photographing them for many years. The first photo, below, just happens to have been taken last year outside the Wisconsin State Capitol, whose interior recently made an appearance on this blog.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


The Farmhouse 14


September 1, 2018

 


The Farmhouse 5


August 23, 2018


The Farmhouse 4


August 22, 2018

 

 


The Farmhouse 2


August 20, 2018


The Farmhouse 1


August 19, 2018

Some of you will remember the photographs of the Pennsylvania farmhouse windows taken last year. (See here and here and here.) Last year my best intentions to take many photographs inside the house were thwarted by my wish instead to socialize and play at other things. This year I was a bit more disciplined but, I think, not to the real detriment of playing games and schmoozing. Here’s the beginning of this year’s harvest of Pennsylvania farmhouse photographs.