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Perhaps we need a new forum on the site as there seems to be recent spate of home archaeology projects that are yielding wonderful ancient finds.
Keith for example has been sharing his treasure trove of seventy-five year old rediscovered images shot by a relative who traveled his own backyard in the South Pacific and far and beyond.
Another RFF member (apologies; I can't remember who it was; someone help me out here; this is embarrassing) then found some 75-year old negatives of his own and has also been sharing them with us (sorry; I searched the site using that nifty new Google search another member put up last week; again, I can't remember which of you did that, but thanks; it's great).
A few months ago I came across some 25-year old+ contact sheets of mine. Well, tonight, I hit the jackpot, finally locating the darned negatives from which those contact sheets were made.
They were not, as I feared, damaged in a household flood. They appear to have escaped both high and dry. Mine reflect New York (primarily) in the early 1980's. I was younger and (believe it or not) dumber than I am now. This was before having kids turned me into a snapshot photographer for a decade and a half. Almost everything was shot with my first Leica (an M4), with 35 and 50 DR Summicrons and a 90 Tele-Elmarit bought from Olden's Camera and paid for with the proceeds from a small workmen's compensation claim (the source of my life-long ruined spine).
The images are pretty much as I remember them. I am surprised that, inexperienced as I was in my early 20's with photography, that my eye was better in some ways than it was for the next 20 years or so (that snapshot thing; getting the kids to sit still, etc.). Perhaps it was that I didn't know any better and everything I saw in New York fascinated me (being a native Chicagoan).
One of things that's brought me back to photography with some earnestness in the past two or three years was the remembrance of these negatives and the hope that I'd actually find them someday. When I found the contact sheets, I was delighted and I've actually shared some scans from them here. Obviously the quality was pretty poor given the medium (and some of those sheets were damaged in our basement).
Right now, one of the delights and adrenaline rushes from this discovery earlier this evening is that I can now actually scan and print these pix and remind myself how much I've changed and how much New York has changed since I shot these.
Anyway, perhaps we ought to have a sub-forum on RFF, maybe in the Salon Forum, for archaeologic digs like this. I'll bet that many of you have some wonderful work (and like me, probably some embarrassingly bad work, too) that you'd like to share in this context. I know for example that charjohncarter has put up some great images dating back at least to the 1930's from his dad's stash of pix. I'm itching to ask my own father to give me all of his negatives that he shot in Chicago in the 1950's and 60's (my current avatar is just one of his pix, probably from about 1962).
I've got my first roll from this project on the scanner as I'm typing. I'll post some of the more "interesting" results here.
In 27 or 28 years one thing I can definitely say that I've learned photography-wise is that I now shoot with my right eye. Although my left eye is dominant, when I got an M8 I finally decided it was time to see how the other half lives and I taught myself to switch eyes. I guess this was due to getting tired of squinching up my nose against the camera back and then seeing nose grease on the damned display. Anyway, now I can actually walk with an M at my right eye with my other eye open, thus finally taking advantage of the ability of rangefinders to let you take in more of the scene than an SLR when you're composing.
Perhaps we need a new forum on the site as there seems to be recent spate of home archaeology projects that are yielding wonderful ancient finds.
Keith for example has been sharing his treasure trove of seventy-five year old rediscovered images shot by a relative who traveled his own backyard in the South Pacific and far and beyond.
Another RFF member (apologies; I can't remember who it was; someone help me out here; this is embarrassing) then found some 75-year old negatives of his own and has also been sharing them with us (sorry; I searched the site using that nifty new Google search another member put up last week; again, I can't remember which of you did that, but thanks; it's great).
A few months ago I came across some 25-year old+ contact sheets of mine. Well, tonight, I hit the jackpot, finally locating the darned negatives from which those contact sheets were made.
They were not, as I feared, damaged in a household flood. They appear to have escaped both high and dry. Mine reflect New York (primarily) in the early 1980's. I was younger and (believe it or not) dumber than I am now. This was before having kids turned me into a snapshot photographer for a decade and a half. Almost everything was shot with my first Leica (an M4), with 35 and 50 DR Summicrons and a 90 Tele-Elmarit bought from Olden's Camera and paid for with the proceeds from a small workmen's compensation claim (the source of my life-long ruined spine).
The images are pretty much as I remember them. I am surprised that, inexperienced as I was in my early 20's with photography, that my eye was better in some ways than it was for the next 20 years or so (that snapshot thing; getting the kids to sit still, etc.). Perhaps it was that I didn't know any better and everything I saw in New York fascinated me (being a native Chicagoan).
One of things that's brought me back to photography with some earnestness in the past two or three years was the remembrance of these negatives and the hope that I'd actually find them someday. When I found the contact sheets, I was delighted and I've actually shared some scans from them here. Obviously the quality was pretty poor given the medium (and some of those sheets were damaged in our basement).
Right now, one of the delights and adrenaline rushes from this discovery earlier this evening is that I can now actually scan and print these pix and remind myself how much I've changed and how much New York has changed since I shot these.
Anyway, perhaps we ought to have a sub-forum on RFF, maybe in the Salon Forum, for archaeologic digs like this. I'll bet that many of you have some wonderful work (and like me, probably some embarrassingly bad work, too) that you'd like to share in this context. I know for example that charjohncarter has put up some great images dating back at least to the 1930's from his dad's stash of pix. I'm itching to ask my own father to give me all of his negatives that he shot in Chicago in the 1950's and 60's (my current avatar is just one of his pix, probably from about 1962).
I've got my first roll from this project on the scanner as I'm typing. I'll post some of the more "interesting" results here.
In 27 or 28 years one thing I can definitely say that I've learned photography-wise is that I now shoot with my right eye. Although my left eye is dominant, when I got an M8 I finally decided it was time to see how the other half lives and I taught myself to switch eyes. I guess this was due to getting tired of squinching up my nose against the camera back and then seeing nose grease on the damned display. Anyway, now I can actually walk with an M at my right eye with my other eye open, thus finally taking advantage of the ability of rangefinders to let you take in more of the scene than an SLR when you're composing.
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paulfish4570
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Looking forward to your finds, Rob.
All of my negatives from the mid-1970s disappeared ...
All of my negatives from the mid-1970s disappeared ...
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Tough to admit this, but the box I had looked in six months ago is where the negatives were hiding. It's been at the foot of my desk since then. I simply didn't open some file folders because I wrongly assumed they contained my contact sheets. Keep looking Paul. You never know.
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Ninth Avenue, midtown, around 38th or 40th Street, Hell's Kitchen. I'll have to check, put I'm almost certain this butcher shop is long gone. This is around 1983. This was probably the single shot that has driven me most crazy while it was missing. It was not on contact sheet or print for some reason.
"Two Pigs; Two Cops"
"Two Pigs; Two Cops"
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That is a good start.
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My wife, Pamela, at the doorway to her father's office at 310 West 10th Street. The office and, regrettably, but inevitably, my father-in-law, are both long gone.
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It's amazing to me that as totally shot as my memory is for everyday details in the present, I can tell you with almost absolute certainty that I shot this on Seventh Avenue South in the West Village, NYC on a Saturday afternoon. This was probably quite close to the Village Vanguard, which, thankfully, is still there.
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Guessing this one was shot in the Meatpacking district.
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Probably on Ninth Avenue again... Hell's Kitchen. This time, probably in the high-30's; maybe 36th or 38th Street.
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Ninth Avenue? Or Tenth? Near the Lincoln Tunnel entrance. If I'm not mistaken the Diner is currently being turned into a fancy restaurant.
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Pam with a Perm. My wife at her job as a film librarian at the legendary Sherman Grinberg Film Libraries, repository of Paramount, Pathe, Movietone News and some other newsreel archives. Tons of ultra-flammable and all-too-prone-to-decay cellulose nitrate-based film in their vaults then. A whole slew of Steenbeck editing tables are visible here. These folks were also at one time the film archive for ABC News.
If you watch many documentaries, you'll quite often see Grinberg in the credits. The nitrate stock would disintegrate so badly that had one person working full time in the vault to literally excise the ruins sections with a knife by cutting into right into the reels without even examining the frames, cutting out the rotten stuff like it was cancer (it sort of was) and discarding it before it turned to dust and started a fire. I have no idea how they ever managed to afford the insurance premiums.
She won't be happy that I'm sharing this hairdo.
If you watch many documentaries, you'll quite often see Grinberg in the credits. The nitrate stock would disintegrate so badly that had one person working full time in the vault to literally excise the ruins sections with a knife by cutting into right into the reels without even examining the frames, cutting out the rotten stuff like it was cancer (it sort of was) and discarding it before it turned to dust and started a fire. I have no idea how they ever managed to afford the insurance premiums.
She won't be happy that I'm sharing this hairdo.
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Keith
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Very nice Rob!
It amazes me that you don't have to go too far back in time before things start to look very different in photographs.
I find it quite sad that I only became a photographer a few years ago though I'm fast heading towards sixty. I think that's why I related so strongly to the recent images I've been posting here ... I have no photographic history of my own.
That said ... one day I'll get hold of my mother's vast aray of photographs. She was a very keen photographer and home developer when I was a child ... tha back part of the house where her darkroom was always smelt of chemicals so consequently I find the smell of fixer very nostagic!
It amazes me that you don't have to go too far back in time before things start to look very different in photographs.
I find it quite sad that I only became a photographer a few years ago though I'm fast heading towards sixty. I think that's why I related so strongly to the recent images I've been posting here ... I have no photographic history of my own.
That said ... one day I'll get hold of my mother's vast aray of photographs. She was a very keen photographer and home developer when I was a child ... tha back part of the house where her darkroom was always smelt of chemicals so consequently I find the smell of fixer very nostagic!
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Keith, sadly, I skipped a few years, so I know what you mean. I'll bet your mother has some images of you as a boy. This is addictive.
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Guessing, though I'm not at all sure, that this was shot in the coffee shop on the ground floor of the Film Center Building on Ninth Avenue at 44th and 45th Streets. Believe it was called the Film Center Cafe, though I might be confusing it with a different dump across the street.
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The large building to the left with the columns on its facade is the Stanford White-designed James A. Farley Main NYC Post Office on Eighth Avenue at 33rd Street (though I don't think this is shot from the 8th Avenue side of the building). Across the street from this grand civic edifice once stood White's iconic Penn Station which was wantonly destroyed in a fit of utter stupidity in about 1962 (?) to be replaced by a grotesquely ugly office tower and the current Madison Square Garden.
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Keith, from the skill, not to mention the keen aesthetic eye, shown in your work, I'd never have guessed that you had been at this for less than a few decades.