My brother Ralph holding up the building |
I took over 300 shots that day, many of the photographs
turned out very well and, as is always the case, some did not. I was working
with the ‘available gloom’ (a term I may have mentioned in a previous posting).
I do this for a couple of reasons, the first one being that they did not allow
flash in the museum display area (which was okay by me). The second reason is
that sans flash is the way I like to photograph carousels and horses. Flash
reflects too much light off the painted surfaces of the horses (and other
animals) and it can be distracting and changes the nature of the photographs.
So I don’t use flash if I can, but it often makes hand holding the camera in
some of the dimmer interiors a bit of a dicey proposition. Expecting shots to
be both in focus and without blur from my own involuntary movement becomes an
added element.
Thanks to the digital revolution I don’t have to put in a
new roll of film every few minutes and I can shoot a lot, which I like to do.
I know, get on with the story. Sheesh, give me a minute.
So we arrived at this bright red building and spent a while
photographing us in front of it. For the first time I noticed that it appeared
that one of the words on the signage, carrousel, had an extra ‘r’ in it. Inside the building I saw a third version of the word spelled carousselles. I
haven’t yet traced back the reason for the other two versions of the spelling.
Me. |
The hallway where we entered |
The Gift Shop |
Then we took our brochures and started to explore the site
and the cluster of interconnected buildings.
We first entered the display room (formerly the paint room)
where horses and other animals spanning a number of years and a number of
different styles were set up. I think all of these are works of art in their own right. Some were fairly plain, others had considerable ornate detail.
Most of the displays were of the wooden creations
although an exception was one very pretty horse on display at one end of the
room that was made from fiberglass (the mould sitting close by).
Next to it, beside the door and looking out the window, was a wooden horse that I became quite enchanted with. If you look at it you will see that it has quite an elongated head. In fact the Herschell Company became known for the production of these types of horses so my joke about the bartender saying ‘why the long face?’ is not so out of place after all.
Next to it, beside the door and looking out the window, was a wooden horse that I became quite enchanted with. If you look at it you will see that it has quite an elongated head. In fact the Herschell Company became known for the production of these types of horses so my joke about the bartender saying ‘why the long face?’ is not so out of place after all.
Ads and information about different aspects of carousels,
the animals, the history adorned the walls. I admit to not reading all the
stuff. I was too focused (ha ha) on my camera and what it was seeing. I’d like,
in the not too distant future, to go back and actually read all the info, take
all the tours, and watch all the demo videos.
And as I mentioned there were not just horses, there were other animals on display.
And as I mentioned there were not just horses, there were other animals on display.
Pinned barrel roll in foreground, machines for manufacturing music rolls in the background. |
Back out, down the hall again, and through another hallway
with a couple of exhibits of other rides and attractions that were built by the
company in a later incarnation.
Hanging from the rafters was one such ‘ride’ that I was particularly drawn to and what I think of as the rocket swing. Very Buck Rogers.
Hanging from the rafters was one such ‘ride’ that I was particularly drawn to and what I think of as the rocket swing. Very Buck Rogers.
I shot it from a couple of different angles and had to shoot it from the inside of the ticket booth (in the above shot to the right) to get the perspective I wanted. I intended to send a copy of it to my friend Sid who is a big Sci Fi buff. Well, actually I thought I’d like to play around with the shot a bit before I sent it to him. Okay, let me show you.
Sid in space |
The hallway led to the eighteen-sided roundhouse, formerly the assembly and testing site of the rides, and now the home of the quite impressive 1916 #1 Special carrousel. According to the brochure, ‘that was one of the first three made at and shipped out of this factory’. And then it came back home, full circle.
Wow. The factory was worth the trip all on its own, but here
was the icing on the cake.
I'm sorry, sometimes the horses look quite mad. |
My brother and I got a chance to ride it and to photograph extensively, and again, partly because it wasn’t very busy that day, we got to wander into the centre and see the wheels and gearing (that is normally hidden from public view in the centre of most carousels), and, of course, check out the band organ, another vintage Wurlitzer.
This is where I took the shot of the carousel horse graveyard. I always look for the odd.
The carousel horse graveyard |
And I frequented the gift shop for a couple of souvenirs: a
cup and a painted cutout of the actual frontage of the building. My brother
purchased one of those punched out wooden carousel kits for me, which was nice
of him. It provided hours of muffled mumbled profanity in its assembling and
gluing.
Oh, I meant to mention that while I was in the main
‘hallway’ the gentleman who had run the carousel (and allowed Ralph and I to
keep our wooden tokens as souvenirs) asked me if I had gotten enough
photographs. I answered, and in a way it’s true, never enough. You always see
new things, new vantage points, new photographic opportunities coming and
going. The shot of the horse looking out of the window, one I’m particularly
fond of, is one I took as we were gearing up to leave.
I started this piece by saying that things, carousels
included, seem to come around. I also started discussing the carousel that I
had photographed (and had later tried to paint) in Springband Park in London,
Ontario. Well, and here’s a kicker for you, the Alan Herschell Carrousel
Factory, acquired their ‘Number One Special Three Abreast portable carousel’
from London, yes in Ontario. This was probably the same carousel that I had
seen all those years ago. And we met again.
It's a small world but you wouldn't want to do it's laundry.
It's a small world but you wouldn't want to do it's laundry.
1 comment:
Given your interest in the expressions of the horses, and your comments regarding how some of them look quite mad, have you thought about attempting a mad horse set?
- Sid
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