Frank Petronio photographer

Super Cold Skiing

Holiday Valley in Ellicottville, NY is one of the most successful ski areas in the USA.

My trusty Mavic is working out very well, good purchase!

Drone shot of a drone….

Holimont, the excellent private club one valley over from Holiday Valley.

Very changeable and cold weather….

Followed the Amish home. They’re hearty.

So I had my action cam strapped to my leg, which is a great position except I need to find a different mount so it can record horizontally…. I’m on new equipment and experimenting with cants and fitting, and those are pretty stiff GS race skis that don’t really want to turn slow… and I’m weak, so I ate a turn and definitely sprained my ankle. I’m now on crutches and heading to the doctor tomorrow during the blizzard. 

Closing Out 2017

It’s maximum Winter here.

When I wake up tomorrow I’m going to become an entirely new person, taking on a new photographic style using only expired film in Holgas, eating vegan and working out, embracing diversity and progressive values. Selling my guns and donating the proceeds to the Southern Poverty Law Center…. I’m growing out my hair and never shaving my legs, let the transformation begin!   

Christmas Greetings

Look around and be in awe that the world even exists, that nature can balance itself and provide us so much bounty. On the human side I’m flabbergasted that our economies and technology actually work, though it seems all is balanced on the head of a pin yet somehow things continue to get better… more people are prospering, learning, and improving themselves than ever before. 

Economics, education, healthcare, security, and our environment are overwhelming issues and we’re hardly able to grasp the complexities. Sometimes we can’t even define the problem that needs to be solved. My take is that a cohesive nation with high quality citizens and a coherent culture has a better chance of overcoming and solving these challenges than the track we’re on. We need to start making better people with stronger wills, ethics, and character…. 

Weather Outside is Frightful

It’s grey and boring outside. Here are some B-sides not in my portfolio:

Walmart ball, handheld Linhof Technika 4x5 camera

Early Ricoh GR digital camera with limited dynamic range….

Cheap motel room in North Tonawanda, NY. I used these as my studios when we couldn’t shoot outside. Looking back, nothing bad ever happened but it still was sketchy.

When Jacs and Hanna first meet, they were traveling internet models.

Porsche factory in Stuttgart, test catalytic convertors, 1989

Sanders McNew

Nikon D2x with 28/1.4D, as exotic as a Nikon combo can be.

Panda and KT after kayaking and ice cream, shitty 35mm Olympus Stylus

Drinking beer, nowhere in the 315

Ha she is too pretty. Really smart too, damn.

Steve Mahre coaching me at Mt Hood

Alysha Nett’s tattoo

Well that didn’t work out….

Rethinking the Workshop

Indulge me here…. If you haven’t guessed I’m extremely lucky and privileged. Growing up my parents gave me room to have a workbench in our garage so I could build my model rockets. Later on I was given a heated room in my Grandparent’s barn to use for building larger model airplanes. During college and in all those shitty proto-adult living spaces I always had a workbench and ski tuning tools with me. I’d even mount ski vises to the tailgate of my truck when camping. Not that I’m any sort of craftsman… almost everything I’ve built has a few “opps” to it. My guns have idiot scratches, most screw heads get buggered, and I’ve been known to use duct tape, super glue, spackle, and epoxy to excess. I don’t think I’ve ever cut a perfectly straight 2x4 by hand, my skis’ sidewalls have chatter marks, etc. 

Yet zie persisted….

My wife has multiple hobbies and crafts that while she is very proficient, there is never quite enough time for. This consumes space and any flat surface will be piled upon. Shelves, drawers, and closets get filled past capacity. Then the boxes, books, and papers get piled on the floor amongst strewn clothing and shoes. Our daughter has adopted her Mom’s approach to the extreme, her room is off limits and if it wasn’t for her cat I swear it’d be infested with vermin eating junk food out of her bed. I try to take a zen approach, accepting what I can not change. My response is to carve out my own personal space where I can… striving for minimalism and neatness I throw away more than I take in. I have two feet of closet space to her 30+, my dresser has vacancies, I have only two storage boxes in the crawl space, four rows of book shelves out of 50 or so, etc. 

But I’ve been carrying this mass of tools and hardware with me since childhood. From back when Stanley was made in the USA and still a respectable brand… ancient, often awkward and ugly tools, rusting nails, buckets of nuts, bolts, washers, and doohickies. Last week I threw most of it out and got a handful of new tools that reflect what I actually do these days:

I’m not building fine furniture. I have no need for a planer or impact driver. I’m merely assembling and cleaning things. Making simple repairs. Putting together guns or maybe whipping out a Balsa wood hand launched glider. Most of what I do requires twisting so I bought myself some higher quality German tools… Wera and Wiha keys and bits. I replaced my vintage Disston saws with Japanese pull saws. Completed my set of Channel Lock pliers (made in Meadville, PA). Swapped the Indian-made square and rule with Starretts. Found 20-year old things I never even used. Threw out, donated, or craiglist’ed all the Chinese-made crap I’ve been lugging around. The only power tools left are a couple of drills and sanders. 

Now I have 20% of the tools I once had but I’ll use them fully and they’re all of better quality than what I had before. I can’t think of anything else I want or need, and my goal is to wear out and use up what I already have. 

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