Julie Fowells 01
1. When was this photo taken?
1982, early fall
2. Where was this photo taken?
Mt. St. Helens
3. Who took this photo?
4. What are we looking at here?
Two years after the eruption of Mt. St. Helens the landscape seemed frozen in time; it was eery how little had changed since the ash settled. I think the mud is runoff from Spirit Lake - although it might actually be all that remained.
5. How does this old photo make you feel?
Thrilled to find a surprisingly well preserved record from that time in my life, heartbroken that I don't remember it better, and devastated my papa isn't alive to see these pictures.
6. Is this what you expected to see?
Every once in a while I've wondered what happened to this, my first ever roll of 35mm. Definitely wouldn't have predicted I'd find it 35 years later, still in the canister, tumbling around in a (lead x-ray proof!) bag of unexposed Kodachrome.
7. What kind of memories does this photo bring back?
Papa bought this camera for me: a Pentax Super Program, which was not only my first 35mm, but sounded very, well... super. I was heading off to spend a year in the Philippines a few weeks later, and felt decidedly grown up.
Later that week we took a steam train up to the recently transformed Mt. St. Helens, mostly just because my pa really loved old trains. Pretty sure I feigned boredom - the significance of the landscape was lost on me - but I was secretly convulsing with pride to be casually wielding a tool so befitting my worldly sophistication. I remember thinking Papa was equally proud of me.
In retrospect, he probably was.
8. How do you think others will respond to this photo?
Guess I leaned towards the dark side of things early on. The view was no doubt achingly beautiful in the other direction.
Anyone familiar with my aesthetic will note that not much has changed...