Posts Tagged ‘flood’

The one thing that I really love about shooting film, that is really missing with digital photography for me, is the waiting.  The time between shooting and processing is a welcome delay.  Because I have a mind that easily forgets what I shot, and when the roll is finally processed, I have a surprise waiting for me.  Or 12 or 36 of them.

jump2 (2)I was just talking to a neighbor and he saw me with an old Olympus Pen half-frame camera I found in my car when I was cleaning it out.  It didn’t work, and I was trying to get it to–no luck.  He saw the camera and said he had an old Nikon F2 with some great lenses.  He said he hadn’t used it for years.  I said load a roll of film, and even if it takes a year to shoot, when it’s done and back from the lab (or hand-processed), there will be memories to see that he had completely forgotten about.  With digital, if I shoot your photograph, then show you on the screen, all the wonder and enjoyment is done.  Now I just have that tedious task of exporting it to a file and getting it to you.  But there’s no more wonder.  That’s why with digital I never show anyone what I just shot–it kills the ability to share it with them when it’s finished, and they’ve forgotten a little about it.

kids2 (2)The photos from a long-ago shot roll of film look familiar, but there’s the puzzle in your head, where you try to remember what they were, who they were with, etc.  There’s the delight in finding a really special image that you didn’t even realize was on there, and it’s one of your favorites.  Maybe of all time.  Just waiting there for you to discover.

These three photos I shot while walking to the post office a year ago.  I was carrying a Nikon F100 with a 50mm f2 lens.  Completely forgot about them, and probably thought they wouldn’t look like anything when I shot them.  Then the film was finished and I feel like I captured a little piece of a Norman Rockwell childhood.  Three of my favorite shots.  Kids playing a jumping game with a branch.  Who would’ve thought?  A delightful surprise, as delightful as their smiles.

It’s Christmas morning!

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bridge-print-photoA simple walk on a sunny morning.  Shot this with my Rolleiflex after I just got it, to test it out. It’s the bridge over the South St. Vrain River in Lyons, Colorado, from a neighborhood (that got destroyed) into Bohn Park.  Now it’s gone, as is the park, too, because our town suffered a flood a year ago, and this bridge no longer spans the river.

The power of photography is not just to capture a memory, but to preserve things, people, places that we assume will always be around, but in fact, may soon no longer exist.  This bridge and this tranquil scene we would’ve expected would last forever.  But alas, that wasn’t to be.

When I first moved to this town, I took photos of the buildings and neighborhoods.  That was in 2006.  This year I posted them and many of the images brought back so many memories for so many people.  They weren’t great photographs–the impact was from seeing what no longer was.  In eight years, businesses had closed, things had changed, changes we might not have realized except we could look into the past, via the photographs, and there it was, to see what we were missing.

So, capture the ordinary, the everyday.  Because it slowly changes.  Sometimes almost imperceptibly, but with the element of time, looking back, those photographs become a time capsule to travel back and revisit those days once more.