EVH
thank you for that, it made my day ---
and you designed a hell of a lens
You're goddamn right I did. My 143rd birthday is coming up, and I think it should be acknowledged. People can PM me for an address and bank transfer to convey their gratitude.
History says I died in the early part of WWI, but it's all a conspiracy. When I first calculated mein meisterstueck, I offered it to those bastards at $cheiss, very stupidly letting Rudolph see the design. They offered me bupkis, so I went to Freidenau and offered it to Herr Goerz who recognised my genius and hired me on as chef linsemeister.
But those bastards at $cheiss were jealous and plotting; I was kidnapped in 1915 and forced to calculate all of the famous $cheiss linsen.
Bertele never existed, Hitler and his cronies made all that up, working behind the scenes from the early 1920s. Those pics taken with my Ernostar of Marlene Dietrich are what put Hitler in power.I escaped captivity late in WWII, at one point I lived in the tunnel through the Erpeler Ley, raising mushrooms to sell across the river at Remagen. After Uncle Joe released the workers he impressed to get those shitty Kievs going, we went to Rochester and helped Kodak out.
Now I'm living in a defunct titanium mine near Mineville, New York, (I miss that tunnel on the Rhine) making my own pencils from the graphite deposits in Ticonderoga, living off the land, and plotting my next move.
Don't anyone forget to send gifts, just remember what I've done for photography and don't be ungrateful pricks.