Highway 128 Boonville California Since I moved to the United States a dozen years ago, I have spent a good deal of time in Northern California in a small back woods town called Boonville in the Anderson Valley on Route 128 as it makes its way to the Mendocino Coast. Always an agricultural community, logging,…
Spent a family Thanksgiving up in Boonville, Anderson Valley with Sam and Angela Schillace. As ever, the locality is, for me, one of few fragile traces of somewhat indeterminate and agricultural pasts, juxtaposed with major investment in business futures. An old (cultivated) apple tree in the nearby field, railway carriages in the town converted to…
Up from Boonville. An old apple tree. Few are now left. The valley is turning from fruit trees and sheep farming to Pinot Noir. We heard that our friends at Lazy Creek Vineyards, an idyllic spot near Philo, have just been bought by a large Nevada-based corporation. See also a gallery of images at –…
Boonville, Dan’s radio station. Fuji Fortia (super saturated color transparency for the tastes of the Japanese market), old stock. Casado pinhole camera.
Boonville, northern California. Up for the weekend with Sam and Angie. The general store on the main street – organic produce in the oldest working refrigerators I’ve seen. On the aura of Polaroids and the temporality of color see my blog for 12 September on the physiognomy of nostalgia.
The color of nostalgia? I mentioned last week our visit to Stanford Theatre and the showing of “The Adventures of Robin Hood” (and incidentally this movie appeared in my book “Experiencing the Past”). The technicolor print was stunning. Boonville September 2004 Of late, and in connection with my Metamedia Lab’s project to explore the…
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