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Been on the site for a few weeks now. What a breath of fresh air! I think I shall stay sane with the help of APUG. I am a member of several other "eclectic" photo sites and have become more and more depressed over the last couple of years thinking my old Nikons and I are worthless relics.
Used to be that the best part of the month for me was when the new photo magazines came out. But, alas, my world was disolving into a digi-better see it now-film is disappearing-keep up with the Jone's, twighlight zone. I love the feel and sound of my old cameras (Nikon F, Nikon F3hp, Nikon FG, Nikon EM and, shall I admit it?, Kiev 60). I love to watch the new roll of film wind onto the spindle. I love watching a new negative, transparency, or picture drying. But my world was disappearing before my saddened eyes as I helplesslly flipped through more and more pages of digi-text telling me how many memroy cards I need to take with me on the next shoot.
Yep, I think I'm on the mend. This is important because my "paying" job that keeps me in film is a pastor and counselor. On this site I can now finally see that there are others with the same pathologies and neurosis as I have. I can stop pouting now and get on with life. My people (and wife) will appreciate that.
My mother (a pro) started me out in the early fifties with an old Kodak 126 and a darkroom out in the pump house. I've been hooked ever since. In The late 1960's '70's and 80's I went semi and then pro. I progressed from the Kodak 126 to a Canon system with several F1's and an RB67. In 1989 I was doing pretty well locally and had taken a series of photo's in Death Valley of a fella going coast to coast in a mule team wagon. Several months later my home burned down and I lost my equipment, lab, pictures and negatives. A week after the fire a New York publisher wrote me and said I was the only photographer who had taken pictures of the fella and they wanted the pictures for the book they were publishing on him. O-well!
Been a pastor and counselor ever since and changed from Canon to Nikon. I take pictures now 'cause it's really fun and it feels like I'm stopping time for a moment when I click the shutter. The instant one brings together his or her knowledge of light, time, frame and focus and combines it with the magic of celluloid and silver with the hope that the essense of one's vision is captured, is an awesome moment indeed. In a busy and hurried life that's important.
It's super to be in a community that can still have fun with film.
Used to be that the best part of the month for me was when the new photo magazines came out. But, alas, my world was disolving into a digi-better see it now-film is disappearing-keep up with the Jone's, twighlight zone. I love the feel and sound of my old cameras (Nikon F, Nikon F3hp, Nikon FG, Nikon EM and, shall I admit it?, Kiev 60). I love to watch the new roll of film wind onto the spindle. I love watching a new negative, transparency, or picture drying. But my world was disappearing before my saddened eyes as I helplesslly flipped through more and more pages of digi-text telling me how many memroy cards I need to take with me on the next shoot.
Yep, I think I'm on the mend. This is important because my "paying" job that keeps me in film is a pastor and counselor. On this site I can now finally see that there are others with the same pathologies and neurosis as I have. I can stop pouting now and get on with life. My people (and wife) will appreciate that.
My mother (a pro) started me out in the early fifties with an old Kodak 126 and a darkroom out in the pump house. I've been hooked ever since. In The late 1960's '70's and 80's I went semi and then pro. I progressed from the Kodak 126 to a Canon system with several F1's and an RB67. In 1989 I was doing pretty well locally and had taken a series of photo's in Death Valley of a fella going coast to coast in a mule team wagon. Several months later my home burned down and I lost my equipment, lab, pictures and negatives. A week after the fire a New York publisher wrote me and said I was the only photographer who had taken pictures of the fella and they wanted the pictures for the book they were publishing on him. O-well!
Been a pastor and counselor ever since and changed from Canon to Nikon. I take pictures now 'cause it's really fun and it feels like I'm stopping time for a moment when I click the shutter. The instant one brings together his or her knowledge of light, time, frame and focus and combines it with the magic of celluloid and silver with the hope that the essense of one's vision is captured, is an awesome moment indeed. In a busy and hurried life that's important.
It's super to be in a community that can still have fun with film.
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