Leica M-3 series five: A return to black and white film

” ALL DOORS OPEN TO COURTESY.”

-Thomas Fuller-

I can’t be certain of the attraction to this cabin door on Hook Road.  Maybe it’s because I can make up my own stories about life in it.  I’ve photographed many time over the last three years but this is the first and final, but with film.

The cabin on Hook Road. Hopewell Junction, New York. Photographed with a Leica M-3: 90mm Elmarit; Tri-X

Mack’s Hideaway:

Mack’s Hideaway

I don’t know Mack, never had the pleasure of meeting the man, but I have had ample time to enjoy his cabin tucked a stick throw from the road that starts where my driveway ends.

For some reason Mack either took, or was given the smallest of the three cabins.  The yellow autumn leaves cling to the small flat roof.  It has one room with double weathered doors to welcome the summer’s warmth.  A man or woman really needs little more.

The window of the door has been replaced twice where I’ve seen the black and white tabby climb through.  The clean glass appears out of place on the old structure.

I often wonder if Mack’s place was really a hideaway, or a place to be found.

I’ve thought about asking the neighbors about Mack but decided that I would rather have the twisted cedar shingles speak for him…I’ll miss those conversations.

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And miles to go before I sleep:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost (1923)

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.