I’m currently planning for a photography trip to Acadia National Park – a location I seem to visit about every five years. Part of my photo trip planning consists of reviewing photographs from previous visits, and in the case of Acadia, results in some reflection and introspection. My passion for photographing our national parks came from Acadia. I worked for the national park service as a Youth Conservation Corps crew leader during the summer of 1980. Over several months, I hiked, biked, and photographed what seemed like every nook and cranny of this beautiful park.
Each time I visit, I’m reminded of the specialness of this park to me. Some of this specialness comes from a sense – although I’ll never acknowledge – of lost youth. I spent an incredible summer in Acadia working with a great group of park staff and high school students. We worked, we learned, and mostly we appreciated being outdoors in this incredible location. Some of the specialness comes from my early photography. I still remember the feeling of opening the yellow Kodak slide box and finding an image I thought was pretty good. Some of my earliest “decent” photographs, using a Canon FTb, mostly a 50mm lens, and lots of Kodachrome 25 and 64, came from these wanderings through Acadia. Finally, the specialness comes from the park itself. There is so much varied beauty – packed into a relatively small and accessible space – that I always find something new to accompany the familiar.
The images in this post are from the summer of 1980.