In light of the Jim Galli lovefest that's been going on around here lately, I propose a permanent honor. While I'm sure Jim is grateful for everyone's appreciation, I would suspect he might be a bit embarassed by the PDA (public display of affection for those of you without kids). and might be tired of reading all the threads. I've dealt with him several times and was pleased as well, but don't feel like posting in all those different threads. So, let's simplify.
I propose a Jim Galli Crappy Lens With No Waterhouse Stops Museum. I have already scouted a location and taken a photo of it (attached) with film I got from Jim, and in a holder I got from Jim. Unfortunately, the camera, lens, tripod, tripod head, paper, fixer, water etc, etc came from elsewhere, but I did the best I could to use Jim stuff and to find a place worthy of housing many an apertureless meniscus... An old oil-burning stove is included, and 2 miles down the road is a classic car junkyard where the owner doesn't care if you photograph the old cars..
I figure this is perfect: all those guys with a SuperDuperApoDapper Symmar XYL3C will feel that we brassies deserve a place just like this. And most of us brassies won't even notice that the place is sort of a fixer-upper. After all, we are used to living on the dark and leaky side.
Before I start taking donations to buy the place, I thought maybe input from others was in order.
BTW, the real estate agent stopped by in his jeans and boots while I was shooting this . He took me for a 'tour' which mainly consisted of him banging on decrepit walls, and me hoping that the place didn't cave in. But, we brassies like to live on the edge...
Cheers, Richard
I propose a Jim Galli Crappy Lens With No Waterhouse Stops Museum. I have already scouted a location and taken a photo of it (attached) with film I got from Jim, and in a holder I got from Jim. Unfortunately, the camera, lens, tripod, tripod head, paper, fixer, water etc, etc came from elsewhere, but I did the best I could to use Jim stuff and to find a place worthy of housing many an apertureless meniscus... An old oil-burning stove is included, and 2 miles down the road is a classic car junkyard where the owner doesn't care if you photograph the old cars..
I figure this is perfect: all those guys with a SuperDuperApoDapper Symmar XYL3C will feel that we brassies deserve a place just like this. And most of us brassies won't even notice that the place is sort of a fixer-upper. After all, we are used to living on the dark and leaky side.
Before I start taking donations to buy the place, I thought maybe input from others was in order.
BTW, the real estate agent stopped by in his jeans and boots while I was shooting this . He took me for a 'tour' which mainly consisted of him banging on decrepit walls, and me hoping that the place didn't cave in. But, we brassies like to live on the edge...
Cheers, Richard