PK47 by Jaclyn Starble, October 2017. I turned 33 as we were 10 miles away from the Canadian border.



I always found it hard to write about myself, so I am going to do my best. First and foremost I consider myself an artist. Specifically a visual artist. As I have gotten older I have dabbled in various medium but have settled into design and photography the last few years.

I was born in 1984, which is coincidentally the name of my favorite novel; Nineteen Eighty-Four. Honestly both the timing of my birth and favorite novel have both effected my world view greatly. With the exception of one year in Texas, I have always called New England home. And I probably will continue to do so until we become Climate Change refugees.

If I gave you a quick list of things I like it would be this - Fast food, getting hair cuts at regular intervals, Frasier, eggs, driving, trivia, books, pictures, decrying Capitalism and of course, Coca-Cola.

Because people ask I'll tell you; I primarily shoot with a Fujifilm X100F digital camera and for most shoots I bring along my Fujifilm Instax SQ-10 camera. I continue to dabble in Polaroid Originals with a OneStep 2 camera that is slightly broken.

Other than that, you are always welcome to try to find me on Facebook and read my various status updates.

Finding PK47 Elsewhere...

Once there were brook trouts in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculite patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
— Cormac McCarthy, The Road