September 11, 2009

A few days ago I challenged myself to find something in my house that told a story about part of my life and to photograph it. As I looked through our library I caught a glimpse of an  old Eskimo fan on the top shelf of one of the bookcases. It reminded me of growing up in a small town back in the 60s. We had no air conditioning and the only way to keep cool in the summer was by using fans. I remember the sounds of the big box fan in the attic window and the whir of the smaller fans, some of them oscillating throughout the night. To this day I can’t sleep without that noise.

I’m not sure if the fan in the picture was one of the ones from my childhood, or simply one that I picked up at a later day to remind me of simpler times. Either way, it serves it’s purpose as a reminder of where I’ve been.

-jim

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