Brian Schmidt
Member
Hello.
It used to be that I would look at an old photograph and see old people. Not old people in the respect of the elderly, but would see those in the photograph as a caricature of sorts. A stereotypical guy from the ‘old days’ I guess.
A half year ago I came across a collection of things from a long deceased distant relative who was born in 1889 and lived until 1967. He was a photo guy. One photograph tells of how he set up his camera as his wife looked back impatiently from the porch swing, and then smiled as he tripped the lever. Another picture shows that he propped the camera up on a tree with the auto-time to get a picture of him and his friends at the river. Yet another shows how his wife got her hands on the camera, set it up and shouted his name, snapping the photo the instant his head turned.
After starting in film photography I realized that the old photographs and my photographs were surprisingly similar. The old ones are just like my pictures, but with different people in them! I see people I know, places I know, myself and my things in photographs that came to be in the same manner as those a hundred years ago. The same level of complexity, the many backstories, hours spent in a stack being shuffled one to the next in some long-gone mysterious hands just as they are in mine today. (to be the mysterious hands of the future?)
Do any of you have thoughts on this? I realize there are many older (and many not-that-much-older) people here who grew up around B&W. For the folks who grew up nearly always with color, do you feel the same?
It's more of a conversation starter than a question... Lets see where it goes!
Have a good day,
Brian
It used to be that I would look at an old photograph and see old people. Not old people in the respect of the elderly, but would see those in the photograph as a caricature of sorts. A stereotypical guy from the ‘old days’ I guess.
A half year ago I came across a collection of things from a long deceased distant relative who was born in 1889 and lived until 1967. He was a photo guy. One photograph tells of how he set up his camera as his wife looked back impatiently from the porch swing, and then smiled as he tripped the lever. Another picture shows that he propped the camera up on a tree with the auto-time to get a picture of him and his friends at the river. Yet another shows how his wife got her hands on the camera, set it up and shouted his name, snapping the photo the instant his head turned.
After starting in film photography I realized that the old photographs and my photographs were surprisingly similar. The old ones are just like my pictures, but with different people in them! I see people I know, places I know, myself and my things in photographs that came to be in the same manner as those a hundred years ago. The same level of complexity, the many backstories, hours spent in a stack being shuffled one to the next in some long-gone mysterious hands just as they are in mine today. (to be the mysterious hands of the future?)
Do any of you have thoughts on this? I realize there are many older (and many not-that-much-older) people here who grew up around B&W. For the folks who grew up nearly always with color, do you feel the same?
It's more of a conversation starter than a question... Lets see where it goes!
Have a good day,
Brian