tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50191327827018490832024-02-06T23:53:32.782-05:00The Salt Institute for Documentary StudiesThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-44029542964454439492009-09-30T10:00:00.002-04:002009-09-30T10:40:49.642-04:00Let's start with Joan Didion, the writer that first encouraged me to explore the realms of creative nonfiction. She says, "I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear."<br /><br />Now that the initial research is over (the cold calls and the stuttering, the street interrogations of strangers), I have finally locked down two stories. I should be kicking up my feet and taking deep breaths, if not just for a moment, right? For me, the real fear just begins.<br /><br />We all have our questions that we map out before we talk to our subjects, maybe on a piece of paper, maybe in our heads, and we think of our conduct and our body language, etc, to put the person we're talking to at ease. But what we can't possibly anticipate are their reactions to these questions, their language, their facial expressions. As documentarians, we can only plan for so much. We have to learn to think on our feet, and find some comfortable medium between clipboard journalist and unlicensed therapist. I am working with two women, both in the process of overcoming extreme adversity. Their answers to my questions are difficult, the types of answers people often turn their ears from. Their stories are hard, almost too hard to imagine. One of the women even asked me, "Why are you interested in such a subject?". I suppose I'm interested because I fear it so much... we as a society fear it so much. We fear the realities of grief, of overcoming adversity. Perhaps these brave women can provide us with some light rarely shed on these issues. And with that, I also need to be mindful of my own psyche, and acknowledge that my conversations with these women are difficult, and that I <span style="font-style:italic;">can</span> grant myself space to process what I've heard. With some awareness of self throughout my time at Salt, I can be true to my subject and true to what I produce. <br /><br />Anna (Writing Track)The Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com133tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-79409637655888345342009-09-29T13:59:00.006-04:002009-09-29T14:38:47.385-04:00Ode to Strange and Beautiful MomentsMark Twain said that "analyzing humor was like dissecting a frog - both die in the<br />process. These days, we want to try to let them both live". I thought of this quote as I was trying to practice "creative construing" or what positive psychologists call<br />"finding something meaningful in a hard or new situation". Or asking questions like: If this were happening for a high purpose, what would it be? <br /><br />I questioned this higher purpose/learning thing when on Sunday I, instead of indulging in the New York Times and strong espresso, was sitting in a house miles from Portland, working on a story about a variety of different motorcycle ministries. I thought to myself, Dear God, how did I get here and why is my head pounding? Outside it was raining cats and dogs and inside, I was claustrophobic, stuck behind two couches, the lighting was terrible, every picture was blurry and the snap of my shutter echoed across the room during every prayer. I felt out of place and recognizing the need for fresh air, was relieved when the time had finally come to exit the building. I asked myself, was I the only person who thought that was strange? <br /><br />The following day I was relieved to find myself suddenly whisked away to a place that felt a little closer to home. On the collective farm that day, I ate an apple right off the tree and felt the breeze off a beautiful lake. I heard a woman talk of justice and equality and pesticides and living in a community of like-minded people. I weaved in and out of drying laundry and dill plants. I felt the mud seep up over my sandals. I climbed a ladder and sat under the skeleton of a house in progress. I watched two little kids make ice-cream out of dirt and imagined the dirt melting back into the ground. The birds chirped and the leaves rustled. I asked myself, how wide must our eyes be in order to see and feel beauty?<br /><br />As I wonder about the concept of storytelling, I wonder how I am going to document these very different stories. I wonder how my different levels of curiosity and intrigue will affect me. Beyond my camera, my experiences of two very different slices of life happening within two hours of each other was enough to prove that some moments are truly strange and others are simply beautiful. <br /><br />Anna (photo track)The Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-7202661957200564142009-09-23T18:05:00.003-04:002009-09-23T19:09:27.029-04:00The HuntI started grinding my teeth last night. I've never done that before. Several friends of mine have - some even have had to get head gear from their orthodontists to prevent them from getting lock jaw. I guess I've never been that stressed before. Short bursts of stress, yes, but a continuous dull ache of stress that persists throughout the day and into my dreams...that is new. I dreamt of one of my subjects from my mini-ethnography the other night. I awoke with an image in my mind; a photo I wanted to take. <br /><br />I don't want it to seem like I'm writhing in confused misery. It's actually quite exhilarating - this feeling of uncertainty I'm growing used to - of constantly being on the brink of some big discovery. It's "story lock-down" day on Friday, and I still feel like I'm on story-try-it-out or story-vague-idea-that-will-hopefully-develop-into-amazing-story day. I'm on the hunt. <br /><br />This feeling, I hope, will bring me closer to my subjects. I'm happen to be pursing a story about people who go hunting for sport - not hunting for animals, but for small boxes of treasure called "caches" that they hide in various places all over the state, using plotted coordinates on a GPS device. It actually exists all over the world, this secret world of "geocaching," and boy, are people passionate about it. I've spent hours over the past two weeks talking with cachers and poring over their online forums, immersing myself in such joys as the "FTF" (First Time Find) - being the first one to find a particular treasure, like an old explorer being the first person to tread on uncharted land. I wonder, what is it about geocaching that enlivens the passions of grown men and women from seemingly all walks of life?<br /><br />I spoke with a cacher named Dave, from Bangor, about why he thinks people cache. He said that he thinks it's part of human nature to hunt, "whether for food, tools of buried treasure. Humans were the first to explore the Earth and have continued underground, underwater, and into space...geocaching makes it possible for average Joes to participate in these activities while remaining in a safer environment than Lewis and Clark or pirates from the middle ages..." And he's right, I think - following your GPS into the woods isn't exactly like plotting uncharted territory, but somehow it takes you to that same place in your mind, the place where you are hunting, where you are on a quest for discovery. <br /><br />In creating a radio documentary, there's the idea and then there's the story. I didn't really think about how different they were before I came here. A story encompasses an idea, but it has so much more - it has characters, conflict, a movement from here to there. In class, we talked about fitting our story ideas into the following sentence: "someone does something because, but..." So. Mainers go off on the weekends and hunt for treasure because...a) they have an innate desire to hunt b) they have developed friendships and communities around the sport c)? d)??, but...but what? How does one find a "but"? But TBA.<br /><br />So, story lock-down. It sounds so harsh, like a prison sentence. While I've made some contacts, and made some plans (on Saturday I'm hitching a ride with a cacher up to a group caching event in the North Woods of Maine), I still feel lost, like I don't quite have the coordinates for my destination. I imagine myself as one of those old time explorers - holding a treasure map with burned edges, clad in pantaloons - hunting and digging, hunting and digging, hoping to find somewhere to mark my "X". So I guess I'll keep doing that. And I'll dream, I'll grind my teeth, and I'll wake again.<br /><br />Amanda (Radio Track)The Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-81742781552647879612009-09-23T17:08:00.003-04:002009-09-24T14:13:46.806-04:00Time and Space and Old Orchard BeachThe first two weeks at Salt have been disorienting. We are a group of students gravitated from all corners of the States, transferred to Maine to tell the stories of its people and therefore the essence of the place. I’m from Georgia. I know I have a lot to learn. We’ve spent a lot of time in classes, going over the mechanics of what is to come, but I’ve felt distant from the task. And although the walls of Salt and the people that fill them are always encouraging, I have felt the need to get out—to see the land and people of Maine. <br /> This is why the Saturdays spent in Old Orchard Beach have felt so invigorating. To visit a place is to feel the movements of its people, to see their constructs and their caverns, to gain access to their transformation over time. On our first day in Old Orchard, the center point of downtown and all that spanned from it seemed weighed down by the overhead grey. Great shapes of steel—the ferris wheel, carts, and arcades, all appeared locked into the land. Maine’s one sandy beach was as idle as rock. The morning was shaken only by the excited drawl of two men eager for the outlet of a camera and microphone, whose faces were leathered and carved with age, and breath was already darkened with whiskey. The place was fragile and I wondered if our notepads, cameras and headphones were stirring its rest. With the passing of the day the streets were quickened, but it felt almost forced by the abrupt arrival and departure of the motorcycle parade. They were just as slow and bumbling as the rest of the tired town. <br /> On the other hand, our second trip to Old Orchard was met with sun and blue sky. Bodies curled over motel balconies and riddled the air with the wide-mouth French of the Quebecois. Little feet clapped the grown and children rang out in laughter. The air was thickened with the smell of fried dough. Our skin was warmed and so was our liking to Old Orchard Beach. The town was breathing and pulsed and weaving with bodies and intersecting streets. Old Orchard was lit. It is this contrast that only demonstrates the vulnerability of this place to the seasons. With the seasons change the people, and through the people a town can transform. The shopkeepers and their beloved tourists will flee for the south or the north, for warmer or colder homes, and will leave behind snow buried streets and steel sculptures of what was, leaving Old Orchard calmed and quiet through winter.<br /> In addition to this the transformation that the town has experienced over the seasons, people’s stories can construct a place that’s been lost over time. A coffee shop waitress with tattoos and blue eyes told us of the Old Orchard Ballroom that, after one too many storms, fell into the sea, taking with it the wood paneled floors, the curtains, and the era. I guess what I’ve gathered from this is that places are amorphous, constantly mutating to the people that live within it.<br /><br />Aida Curtis, Writing Track.The Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com99tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-11269489990384930152009-09-23T11:44:00.003-04:002009-09-23T12:27:16.199-04:00Mini-Ethnography - Funtown!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid25Jnb9mVtnFEqUvCAa44TcdGjAAm8nlktc8l_XpESlCWlYYYIVaUs5NzUaWlBV7RrjG_7aaZ57TLwc3mzlX06NIbVFfluZ2dJYayU92tUF9Z9KhUuvJsOIP7226vP-H9bU1DJWz-2f8/s1600-h/AMIller_F09_Mini_Ethno++009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid25Jnb9mVtnFEqUvCAa44TcdGjAAm8nlktc8l_XpESlCWlYYYIVaUs5NzUaWlBV7RrjG_7aaZ57TLwc3mzlX06NIbVFfluZ2dJYayU92tUF9Z9KhUuvJsOIP7226vP-H9bU1DJWz-2f8/s400/AMIller_F09_Mini_Ethno++009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384689829086861170" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Salt loves trial by fire! In our first week at Salt we dove into a mini-ethnography project for the Approaches and Fieldwork course. The purpose of the mini-ethno is to go out and immerse ourselves in a community, find an interesting story to tell, and learn how to work as a team of photographers, writers, and radio producers. By the first weekend, we were out in the field looking for a story.<br /><br />My group ended up in Funtown, a family-run amusement park outside the town of Saco. What am amazing experience! We focused on a particular ride called the Astrosphere, a fast and furious ride and visual light show of black lights, strobe lights, spot lights, and projections onto an pressurized dome. The same song, Fire on High by Electric Light Orchestra, has been played for every show since the 70s. The family let us spend two full days that first weekend at the park interviewing and photographing people about Astrosphere. I was amazed at how open and approachable people can be when you overcome your initial fears of invading other people's space. <br /><br />One question I did have was the issue of finding conflict and tension in telling a compelling story. I didn't quite understand what our professors wanted, especially since our story was about an inanimate object. I began questioning myself: What is conflict? What does it mean to look for conflict in a story? Is it right or ethical to prod or seek conflict when a subject is opening up to you? I don't believe we should direct the conversation so a subject reveals conflict in his/her life. With our mini-ethno, the subject of our story is an amusement park ride. How do we find conflict there? <br /><br />Due to this mini-ethno, I've had to deconstruct my idea of conflict. It doesn't necessarily have to come in the form of conflict between people. Conflict could come from dealing with the weather, economic hardship, competing against other corporate amusement parks, etc. The Astrosphere as an object does not engage in conflict itself, but it is subject to the trends of culture and weather. But I still question why compelling stories can't just be positive without seeming like fluff pieces? Can't a profile be an engaging story? Don't we need more essentially positive things in life? I am sure these feelings will evolve throughout my time here at Salt!<br /><br />Adrienne M. (Photography Track)The Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-43042336701581674072009-09-18T00:13:00.005-04:002009-09-18T00:17:34.234-04:00I know it's not my turn, but I wanted to share this<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2TLcS6pOWHymCRTXbM9-Mz5lGYf8IS0J_z703XcfL6Ful_cW2Jp_caYlppyZrHxC139spOIsPWkOxWlYntCTB6Gix1Lcgulm_fmsJaT23UhSo6pLnQ_KPlrZAUACqx2GpqGzRIZguuUQ/s1600-h/DSC_3535.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2TLcS6pOWHymCRTXbM9-Mz5lGYf8IS0J_z703XcfL6Ful_cW2Jp_caYlppyZrHxC139spOIsPWkOxWlYntCTB6Gix1Lcgulm_fmsJaT23UhSo6pLnQ_KPlrZAUACqx2GpqGzRIZguuUQ/s400/DSC_3535.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382656357635418018" /></a><br />Every time I use my milk it reminds me that my story deadline (Sept. 25) is rapidly approaching.<br /><br /><br />(Leah, photography)The Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-6820327971208217792009-05-23T10:16:00.003-04:002009-05-23T10:26:14.291-04:00The Salt Hive: Graduation SpeechI spent a lot of time this semester looking at bees, their hairy thoraxes, shiny translucent wings, and striped dancing abdomens. With their bulging compound eyes, I wondered if they could see multiple images of me, for everywhere I went—even while working on other stories—I seemed to see bees, actual bees and also metaphorical bees. In fact, everything became like bees: cars on the highway didn’t just drive but buzzed passed each other, people in the grocery store foraged for food, and Salt’s identity became clear to me: a beehive. It sort of rolls of the tongue: the Salt Beehive of Documentary Studies. <br /><br />In the photography track, we have certainly felt like worker bees. We have spent hours upon hours working, sometimes staying up all night to document our subjects playing air guitar, writing illegal graffiti, and patrolling the streets with a K-9 in tow. We have run the length of hundreds of soccer fields, swam in icy ocean water, put thousands of miles on our cars, and learned enough about mussels to deserve PhDs. We have pushed the limits of our cameras, seeking any light in the darkest of situations, from graveyards to dance clubs to the swingers’ bedrooms, all to gather the nectar of our craft: images. <br /><br />With the nectar back in the hive, we worked to synthesize it into something coherent, something that will feed us—feed our need for human connection, for meaning, for stories beautiful and complex. Sometimes we brought back so much nectar than the Salt hive couldn’t support it. Our computers panicked and our beekeeper-duo Kate and Scott demanded us to be more confident in culling and editing our work. <br /><br />Though Kate may seem like a queen bee, she is more of our beekeeper. For the queen does not directly control the hive; the queen’s sole function is to serve as the reproducer, laying as many as 2,000 eggs per day! Not Kate’s dream job. Instead, Kate is a watchful beekeeper, who gives her time and advice with a sense of dedication, and honesty. It is true that bees cannot be tamed, and it’s debatable whether or not photography students can be. The best approach to beekeeping and teaching—it seems—is to provide the most conducive environment for success. We thank you, Kate, for your patience with our insecurities, indecision, and stubbornness. We appreciate your commitment to push us to be more thoughtful, considerate, and ethical documentary photographers. <br /><br />I can speak for all of us to say that we are truly blessed to have Scott as part of the teaching duo. His technical knowledge of digital photography, including his superhuman sense of color and his ability to fix printers and archiving fiascos, has astounded us. We thank you, Scott, for your readiness to assist us and for remaining calm despite many challenges. We appreciate your commitment to introduce us to the work of other photographers and to provide us with context to the wider photography world. <br /><br />But all of Salt, not just the photography track, feels like a hive. Honeybee have a natural propensity to work together, and none of the stories we produced could have been as successfully achieved without each other’s feedback and support, given in class critiques, on morning jogs, or over happy hour beers. We thank Salt for its emphasis on collaboration and for valuing multimedia. Now is a hard time for honeybees, as beekeepers all over the U.S. report losses as high as 90%. And it’s a difficult time for the media, as newspapers and magazines close their doors. Now is the time for innovation and collaboration, and Salt is providing breeding ground for work and ideas that will sustain storytelling as the platforms and mediums continue to evolve. <br /><br />As I began to write this this morning, Erin, the master beekeeper, called me to tell me a fellow beekeeper on the West end had a hive that had swarmed up into the tree. When a healthy bee hive sees that it is running out of room to store honey, it knows it is time for a large number to leave and seek to build a new hive to store an adequate supply of honey. I had missed the initial drama—the site of thousands of bees swarming out the doorway of their old hive, rising in the air and swirling about like a tornado funnel, making the noise of a railroad train. When I arrived the hive had clustered in a tight ball high up in the tree. The swarm—with the queen safely inside it—was waiting for the scout bees to tell them where to move. <br /><br />This is where the bee metaphor begins to break down. The fact is, we all won’t move together to a new place. We’ll go as far apart from each other as Mexico is from West Africa, as Argentina is from Southeast Asia. But it’s true that the time is prime now to find a new home. We must make way for the next group. For inside the old hive that the swarm has left, a new generation of honeybees will soon emerge from their cells.<br /><br />May Salt continue to provide a conducive creative and supportive space. And may we all continue foraging for stories.<br /><br />--Briget Ganske and the photography trackThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-81650001342515980902009-05-19T09:44:00.003-04:002009-05-19T09:52:56.381-04:00Archiving<span style="font-weight:bold;">Here's a tip for incoming Salties... <span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br />Archiving is a pain in the ass since it's being done NOW at the end of the fifteen weeks. Organize your folders and subfolders and properly title your files on the onset of the semester. It will save you time and headache in the long-run.<br />- Shane... RadioThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-27687471978160028812009-05-18T08:43:00.002-04:002009-05-18T11:19:34.364-04:00One From The Vault<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv_h62XHjY2rlzz-kVIdI42wvtX0tm1dOgeKRmoSyunAOZ9LRFttnDS6Zi8HQ0xBCpqPClhjL4IwNqt9ax0GyWJmkMoQCEAfqRyrvWHViQ63DkR-KvLJbHNX17pji_YJ1_jrKF5MMSsbA/s1600-h/keithlane+03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv_h62XHjY2rlzz-kVIdI42wvtX0tm1dOgeKRmoSyunAOZ9LRFttnDS6Zi8HQ0xBCpqPClhjL4IwNqt9ax0GyWJmkMoQCEAfqRyrvWHViQ63DkR-KvLJbHNX17pji_YJ1_jrKF5MMSsbA/s400/keithlane+03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337144026800953874" /></a><br /><br />Photograph by Keith LaneThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-60560322857897027362009-05-14T01:39:00.002-04:002009-05-14T01:46:41.179-04:00Another late nightIt's 1:40am and there's probably half a dozen of us between the writing and photography class rooms (can't tell with radio, because those doors have been closed for a while). Deadlines loom--for the writers, our long story is due 9am on Friday with no room for wiggling, because they will immediately be plopped into InDesign for the semester's chapbook. The writers had a crash course on InDesign yesterday. Between that and having possible format, story order and cover photos for the chapbook on the whiteboard and helping carry in the stage for graduation earlier tonight, the fact that things are coming to an end here at Salt for the Spring 09 semester is just beginning to come into focus. Wild!<br /><br />Back to it being 1:40am: this is the second all-nighter I've pulled since college (the last one was last night), and I don't think I've felt this good for a while. There is something energizing, free and inspiring about having something to do that is so important that your body and mind have the capability of staying awake that long.<br /><br />Amanda<br />Writing studentThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-1960301842539744652009-05-11T10:32:00.001-04:002009-05-11T10:38:19.280-04:00Two Pots<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0PRlr7kUPXlbinw8P6TPWcDdcYSLxLCtJELhbMoIV5Zgyn2LI1o0i738qy8d5biwN9jsaPVXnIvrcTdhvX7t829nv-LgW8mxET38svLBviVbaooQLfHU71CvgwOVlmwvzFOYD768EOQ/s1600-h/weekend+trip_sp09++9272.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0PRlr7kUPXlbinw8P6TPWcDdcYSLxLCtJELhbMoIV5Zgyn2LI1o0i738qy8d5biwN9jsaPVXnIvrcTdhvX7t829nv-LgW8mxET38svLBviVbaooQLfHU71CvgwOVlmwvzFOYD768EOQ/s400/weekend+trip_sp09++9272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334575668414935202" /></a><br />Photograph by Keith LaneThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-84580213153369239372009-05-05T12:00:00.005-04:002009-05-05T12:16:14.011-04:00Oh, the places you go.Julia stuck in the mud and hitching a ride.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLkSnmVphIEbjlOF8yxYl4uIlDXeCwVUxx2xcyrIMKIybJyo-QhyjHQzQ7prOqNPo4CQDsSPhiJ2NVhUATMoY0wQ5ntC_EXxgUVa3l_gWqwl5_NccxBGI4v1FCGhBU0IFKDZD8CKsBZU/s1600-h/julia+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLkSnmVphIEbjlOF8yxYl4uIlDXeCwVUxx2xcyrIMKIybJyo-QhyjHQzQ7prOqNPo4CQDsSPhiJ2NVhUATMoY0wQ5ntC_EXxgUVa3l_gWqwl5_NccxBGI4v1FCGhBU0IFKDZD8CKsBZU/s400/julia+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332370771703731746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPGerWkzqHwDGufoK8rVhk31XwmtoIzFMd0_A4u0VEoMtaN_HUDDyEBsb5AP3lYiA9IeyxNgGmvG6q1qsvzSwzBbIDdKlCqmVQ-eZmxwTRgL2H9j_I0M1g5R2LViUrQDPN2HuPKKYRws/s1600-h/julia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPGerWkzqHwDGufoK8rVhk31XwmtoIzFMd0_A4u0VEoMtaN_HUDDyEBsb5AP3lYiA9IeyxNgGmvG6q1qsvzSwzBbIDdKlCqmVQ-eZmxwTRgL2H9j_I0M1g5R2LViUrQDPN2HuPKKYRws/s400/julia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332370520489013714" /></a><br /><br />Jess Sheldon<br />PhotographyThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-66506881522426042062009-05-04T10:41:00.002-04:002009-05-04T10:42:39.135-04:00The Haze<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDEXGWTxUdjBa6v8jIDpbubWaJdAejouLMKsmd2FcE2Y8oIdsR2jD1OoejsNbPFvHhUekj_2oBBm6ejukHjtKegXWHQh5N0vYmMMNfxeUWO4X-YYnOqflNsLkgoZyxpA3iUlcHksd8fZE/s1600-h/higgins_sp09++2635.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDEXGWTxUdjBa6v8jIDpbubWaJdAejouLMKsmd2FcE2Y8oIdsR2jD1OoejsNbPFvHhUekj_2oBBm6ejukHjtKegXWHQh5N0vYmMMNfxeUWO4X-YYnOqflNsLkgoZyxpA3iUlcHksd8fZE/s400/higgins_sp09++2635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331979152130740770" /></a><br />Photograph by Keith LaneThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-40561545655807985422009-04-30T00:27:00.014-04:002009-04-30T09:43:44.571-04:00What I took away from meeting Jad Abumrad.<a href="http://www.mos.org/events_activities/lectures&d=3039"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgySJPvIBgmssuABNIhYc1Gp40gJ8PtnPUTcJEp72lL75mqq2nc4hkrBbfbnV6QjmxHot4Cq2tIgotGJz293KqLq2Z_sc3_f8Ilbrha7AI33S0TJPpDz19O4oCLb5cAHkFBe9nwrrq6xZw/s1600-h/event475b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgySJPvIBgmssuABNIhYc1Gp40gJ8PtnPUTcJEp72lL75mqq2nc4hkrBbfbnV6QjmxHot4Cq2tIgotGJz293KqLq2Z_sc3_f8Ilbrha7AI33S0TJPpDz19O4oCLb5cAHkFBe9nwrrq6xZw/s400/event475b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330447160177063826" /></a></a><br />Tonight, April 29th, the <a href="http://www.mos.org/">Boston Museum of Science</a> hosted a <a href="http://www.mos.org/events_activities/lectures&d=3039">listening party</a> of <a href="http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/">Radio Lab's</a> production: "<a href="http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/episodes/2006/05/12">Space</a>". The event took place in the planetarium. Following the event, everyone gathered in the blue wing for chocolate fountain, <a href="http://bostoncyberarts.org/events/event_details.php?eventid=518&mode=detail">twittering performance art</a> by Boston CyberArt and the chance to talk one on one with Radio Labs host and producer, <a href="http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/bios.html">Jad Abumrad</a>.<br /><br />After we (Salt Radio students) stole him away for a moment for a group picture, I got to ask him some questions...<br /><br />(Gist): Since he interviews many highly technical people (ie scientists), does he have a unique way of eliciting clarity/brevity or excitement from the subject ("drinking the kool-aid" as he put it).<br /><br />He confirmed that the "crackpot analogy" method is very handy but you need to be careful with it. You take a big risk of losing credibility with your subject.<br /><br />Regarding the "kool-aid"...<br />"[paraphrased: I try not to lose the conversation... the moment we were in together. Much of what you hear on NPR is narration, narration, narration, quote, narration, and so on, ...I dont like that. After you upload the interview, you need to get out and take a walk around the block. You can get lost in the Word script and ProTools. Find the moments that excited you in the piece. Have others listen to those moments and watch their reactions. Those reactions will help you frame the conversation that you found exciting.]"<br /><br />From this I took away that the excitement was not something to elicit from the interviewee but something to recover from the interviewer.<br /><br />- Shane ... Radio<br /><br /><a href="http://twitpic.com/48xbc" title="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"><img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/48xbc.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"></a><br /><br />P.S. >> Field notes: there was a <a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/star%20war,%20space%20ships,%20naboo%20fighters/roholbro/Star%20Wars%20Lego/Star%20Wars%20Lego%20Contests/Naboo_N-1_fighter_1.jpg">spaceship</a> from the last Star Wars film hanging overhead in the reception area; one of the ladies from CyberArt, dressed in a black dress and carrying a laptop like a cigarette girl of the 1930's, had a bleeding blister on her heel that looked uncomfortable; the chocolate in the fountain tasted like melted Hersheys yet there were more people around the fountain than were talking with Jad; the cash-bar was $3 for a soda, 5 for a beer, and 7 for a mix drink; chatted with a scientist (Joanna?) about science journalism, she teaches at Harvard {cellular mechanics?};...The Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-54655730232272654432009-04-29T13:49:00.003-04:002009-04-29T13:53:15.830-04:00Major Writer's Road Block Stress Disorder (MWRBSD)Another draft of my long story is due in one hour and eight minutes (and hence, I'm blogging). As I'm trying to write the draft, I have no idea which end is up. Where do I start? What am I trying to say? How do I say it? My story is complex and hard and important. I think my subject is a totally awesome person, and I'm glad I'm writing about him. But I increasingly have the feeling that I am not good enough for the story.<br /><br />Amanda<br />Writing studentThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-70792690818842519212009-04-27T20:58:00.001-04:002009-04-30T07:45:19.490-04:00Field Work.... On Wheels<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13mVt1gIP-k7txHtojFj6SnQMDJ8tTeygAOCdxYQ8yLKuqlIUB8Lmy0ZywCpQEdclLR-tOkP7VO9NoYJvIzY63mtRaZep8SBYK0vPHM_yWvO730M2Po7KQ22mVV6wT4GrbrPcTdRf-Vg/s1600-h/Anna+02+First+Skates+with+Katie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13mVt1gIP-k7txHtojFj6SnQMDJ8tTeygAOCdxYQ8yLKuqlIUB8Lmy0ZywCpQEdclLR-tOkP7VO9NoYJvIzY63mtRaZep8SBYK0vPHM_yWvO730M2Po7KQ22mVV6wT4GrbrPcTdRf-Vg/s320/Anna+02+First+Skates+with+Katie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329541093865123154" /></a><br /><br />After 3 months and nearly 60 plus hours documenting roller-skating rinks, my photography collaborator, Anna, is finally convinced to give skating a whirl! It made us all very happy. She's back on her feet with a camera in her hand, but with an added perspective to her already-excellent documentary photography. Stay tuned everyone, our final show is just around the corner and there's a buzz in the air here at Salt. <br /><br />Katie Fuller<br /><br />Writing StudentThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-83965149784325785032009-04-27T09:57:00.004-04:002009-04-30T07:45:46.151-04:00Burnt Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJD7tV7anL-o_KaoWDvyl0jIeJy4wWZM-EBL0uQWiXSuKRTBDBr5CYk-6j6OWkK32HMAjjaIRiA5dLFdWd-1fahe7Kkk2BBBTusI5KDOlrCze5nkx5UptC6w5kPfelc1a4W9OO-dFl6w/s1600-h/easter_sp09++8247.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJD7tV7anL-o_KaoWDvyl0jIeJy4wWZM-EBL0uQWiXSuKRTBDBr5CYk-6j6OWkK32HMAjjaIRiA5dLFdWd-1fahe7Kkk2BBBTusI5KDOlrCze5nkx5UptC6w5kPfelc1a4W9OO-dFl6w/s400/easter_sp09++8247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329370968423635794" /></a><br />Photograph by Keith LaneThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-71352050100258565472009-04-25T14:48:00.003-04:002009-04-30T07:47:08.396-04:00Post-Critique ...It's DestinySo the last two days at Salt have been hectic ones. Students from all three tracks spent long, long days (and for some us even nights) trying to get our stories straight! We each had 20 minutes to face our peers and sell the little gems of stories we've been searching for all semester long. If anything, yesterday just enforced that Salt is about telling compelling, true, heartfelt stories about people from all walks of life. Enough mush. After getting that last push from our peers to see our work through til the end of this amazing process, it was time for some fun!<br /><br />When we went out for post-critique festivities, it was obvious to me that Salt kids (well now, we're adults aren't we..scary!) anyhow, Salties are all in this somewhat transitional phase in our lives, but we share a common cause: to share with the world just how rich our OWN stories are..the stories of ordinary people. Our very own Amanda shared a special tale, that she met a man from India on a train headed to the airport to come here to Portland. Low and behold, this man looked Amanda right in the eyes and said with conviction "You are going from Portland, Oregon, to Portland, Maine?" He asked. Then he said, "That is where your destiny is leading you." After yesterday, I think we all feel a bit like Amanda after this experience. Salt is about more than just our work, it's about meeting others that share a passion for people and their stories. Amanda's story is her own, but in some way it's universal to us all.<br /><br />Back to work!<br />xo<br />Katie<br />Writing Student.The Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-14318202387450304222009-04-22T15:35:00.031-04:002009-04-30T07:47:43.809-04:00Busy, Busy Salt Days...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjda7zYurCiZ_maZboQfmf_8hyphenhyphenkVzJbU39RiJ9dhGBzZrdxzGVx2gh2GSoWGZ87zxV9tEv4-IVTFAeD_IKw2v1LHNw92WSjp60EOQRErAiJVNXPkChnLJdVhRjULozTxmW9xXs6TI2cSM4/s1600-h/DSC_0009.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjda7zYurCiZ_maZboQfmf_8hyphenhyphenkVzJbU39RiJ9dhGBzZrdxzGVx2gh2GSoWGZ87zxV9tEv4-IVTFAeD_IKw2v1LHNw92WSjp60EOQRErAiJVNXPkChnLJdVhRjULozTxmW9xXs6TI2cSM4/s320/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327613455702404450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkx_MZDNnge3BLYyTVy27HSiACbujvPhjMjrVqRWN7G7wT7jp1h-iNdvF-8xzbaQzWx2jvTfJjZVxAt6dN87_NEX6uh06RKhq-pgz1l8VZEYhzB0eX-MGdRDiJi1WkrwkHPlYRF_T604/s1600-h/DSC_0008.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkx_MZDNnge3BLYyTVy27HSiACbujvPhjMjrVqRWN7G7wT7jp1h-iNdvF-8xzbaQzWx2jvTfJjZVxAt6dN87_NEX6uh06RKhq-pgz1l8VZEYhzB0eX-MGdRDiJi1WkrwkHPlYRF_T604/s320/DSC_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327612672377782450" /></a> <br />It's been a very busy week at Salt. Radio and writing students have had their 1st story due and photo students are doing their 2nd major edit of their central story. We are all presenting our stories to the school Thursday and Friday. Yesterday an image and title were voted on to represent the Student Show on May 21st! We are on our way!<br /><br />Check out these images of writers hard at work late into a Sunday night before their stories were due and some pics of a cupcake break during a busy Salt weekend. Enjoy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrQb7OOzH7F-NDn0GKhw-2clHlWTmk8-X5rwRkFj4ChZ8Lns0DYM0iehCsnqt2gQkIdHC3XlR9TYg0D1aBxnp0GAUjXNZpVbr3m0G6KucITW5TV_xG7thYATQUEB0wxgr1aiU67FxozY/s1600-h/DSC_0039.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrQb7OOzH7F-NDn0GKhw-2clHlWTmk8-X5rwRkFj4ChZ8Lns0DYM0iehCsnqt2gQkIdHC3XlR9TYg0D1aBxnp0GAUjXNZpVbr3m0G6KucITW5TV_xG7thYATQUEB0wxgr1aiU67FxozY/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327613013509521170" /></a> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfD7-CEb1etNg9_8pRdyKDak1WEY4_oo9oKWuRnQJfK6zep1diSJ6aDSKyEEe8jZ7tWDz-7n4X8Vz-QVxttmh4fW-C5ZzCCgc4urKLm8WAohPTc0tZqLzDExGQukd7w_t0RYA1kGeKv4/s1600-h/DSC_0023.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfD7-CEb1etNg9_8pRdyKDak1WEY4_oo9oKWuRnQJfK6zep1diSJ6aDSKyEEe8jZ7tWDz-7n4X8Vz-QVxttmh4fW-C5ZzCCgc4urKLm8WAohPTc0tZqLzDExGQukd7w_t0RYA1kGeKv4/s320/DSC_0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327613736063942370" /></a>The Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-53861073468852034302009-04-20T16:02:00.004-04:002009-04-30T07:48:46.624-04:00Emphasis on "rough"So, Katie and I emailed the rough drafts of our long stories to our classmates and Colin today at 12:20 EST. Amen, Amen! Yea, we forsook sleep and triumphed, triumphed indeed!* We were in the Salt's Red Room last night until around 2 in the morning, powering through 3,000 words that I'm pretty sure won't make it into the final version at the end of the day.<br /><br />"Two writers in the Red Room, oh yeah, oh yeah," Katie said at one point.<br /><br />Our friends kept coming into the Red Room, drawn by the sounds of Lady Gaga, the Righteous Brothers, M. Ward, giggling, complaining, and typing. <br /><br />"What the hell is going on in here," said one of the radio students. They've been pretty cracked out lately with their story due tomorrow, but I think the sight of Katie's postcards littering both of the long tables in the Red Room were a sight. "You guys have totally lost it."<br /><br />Later that night, I wondered if I should get contacts? <br /><br />"You're unforgettable with those glasses," Katie said.<br /><br />Katie's pretty gregarious, and she kept me laughing last night. I probably would have drowned in the misery of my knowledge that I haven't done enough interviews, access may be slipping (or not there), one of my subjects may not sign Salt's release form, and that my story ended up being much more complex than I could have guessed at the beginning of the semester. That we drew the ace and two of hearts ended up a pretty sweet deal.** <br /><br />And now, onward to the next draft!<br /><br />By: Amanda, writing.<br /><br /><br />*My story involves heavy doses of Catholicism.<br />** To determine when students would have their stories workshopped, Colin had us choose from five cards. I got the deuce.The Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-35974658541901699912009-04-20T10:27:00.002-04:002009-04-30T07:49:04.300-04:00The Blue Door<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUpRLOvzdURbvasjztWfsrnlhnm8PEmsZmIm5uFRBxrzA9pzvjVwX_pWQ0CpocWtKtWfaBRa8XsaTuHYaSD9Vxo0-xZTQ-Dr5MrB6pl0VG3aqupEVfrkWUpe3X3nTUdfp_WUAqEhyHpcg/s1600-h/easter_sp09++8236.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUpRLOvzdURbvasjztWfsrnlhnm8PEmsZmIm5uFRBxrzA9pzvjVwX_pWQ0CpocWtKtWfaBRa8XsaTuHYaSD9Vxo0-xZTQ-Dr5MrB6pl0VG3aqupEVfrkWUpe3X3nTUdfp_WUAqEhyHpcg/s400/easter_sp09++8236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326780573860962994" /></a><br />Photograph by Keith LaneThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-75594529057054069942009-04-19T14:28:00.005-04:002009-04-30T07:49:44.237-04:00Crunch timeI am in the Red Room at Salt with a fellow writing student, Katie. The first drafts of our long story are due tomorrow, at high noon, as a desperado from the Old West might say. I'm feeling a little bit desperate right now. Do I have enough information? Enough interviews? Am I going to hit the word count, 3,000 words?<br /><br />"Oh, I'm going to hit, it's just what I hit it with," Katie says. She says that our writing teacher, Colin, is going to have to take 3,500 words and deal. <br /><br />Before I came to Salt, I was a freelance newspaper writer for one year. I wrote stories a lot, and it came naturally to me. The words flowed. I haven't written a story since I came here in February. Staring at the page, it's like I've forgotten. Where do I start?<br /><br />By: Amanda, writing.The Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-32031340920873372082009-04-13T10:09:00.003-04:002009-04-14T22:37:17.432-04:00Rexall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifLsyP3lMXskZcXC8EElJPJ6WlqGockuZuI2AELPjWGhvgCyHpusrgLabyzipW9KGoGHLQ6HA-VNJw8YNR7zL_GAP-5lMHWC8Ld1qM8k_b-2wsVa5k-pMgZ1mOKiAgPPSYo8EouK5g2Lw/s1600-h/easter_sp09++8267.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifLsyP3lMXskZcXC8EElJPJ6WlqGockuZuI2AELPjWGhvgCyHpusrgLabyzipW9KGoGHLQ6HA-VNJw8YNR7zL_GAP-5lMHWC8Ld1qM8k_b-2wsVa5k-pMgZ1mOKiAgPPSYo8EouK5g2Lw/s400/easter_sp09++8267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324178139466669570" /></a><br />Photograph by Keith LaneThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-27358105996747604252009-04-10T13:10:00.005-04:002009-04-10T13:40:47.444-04:00Interview inside a Trash Incinerator<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumjdTCiB50VOKoYkqIEYOm0Vr0M37EsbRHwRVrYbRjbsUMRJ5g403zBj3v83zTdZ3mwPnolwLrtWAj670WkG0UeCzQJeljpunlI2EGk3VugOzB-ywl5N2UIWiLCArksZtgx7Io_Pl5TM/s1600-h/merc+tour++3859.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumjdTCiB50VOKoYkqIEYOm0Vr0M37EsbRHwRVrYbRjbsUMRJ5g403zBj3v83zTdZ3mwPnolwLrtWAj670WkG0UeCzQJeljpunlI2EGk3VugOzB-ywl5N2UIWiLCArksZtgx7Io_Pl5TM/s400/merc+tour++3859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323117327082568018" /></a><br />Salt stories will take you to many places you may never expect to visit. While researching a collaborative story, Samuel Allison (Writing), Casey Atkins (Photography), and myself toured MERC (Maine Energy Recovery Company), a trash incinerator located in downtown Biddeford. <br /><br />Photograph by Casey Atkins.<br /><br />- Shane... RadioThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019132782701849083.post-34795622916990741012009-04-09T11:35:00.002-04:002009-04-10T13:41:07.176-04:00Spring berry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWcgOzhXa1WeXTWXQYEtOupEfWhoSa_iaOgZJkWMUhGxb5IBeHUgnKBM1cNHTxYZATWt1ipIO1XNMSKpdlbZVPcVReiNuAWvDhVhbP7bKRgep2HzWzEPcG0B_0APUclCvRJOa9KAXZqc/s1600-h/twolights_sp09++3745.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWcgOzhXa1WeXTWXQYEtOupEfWhoSa_iaOgZJkWMUhGxb5IBeHUgnKBM1cNHTxYZATWt1ipIO1XNMSKpdlbZVPcVReiNuAWvDhVhbP7bKRgep2HzWzEPcG0B_0APUclCvRJOa9KAXZqc/s400/twolights_sp09++3745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322716140023973698" /></a><br />Photograph by Keith LaneThe Salt Institutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774505978933947419noreply@blogger.com1