Every good blog post must begin with an apology. I have been dormant for several weeks and for that I do apologize. One of the aspects of my day job requires me to travel a little bit and this time of year is always hectic. I have not picked up a camera is several weeks which is highly unusual for me and I have two rolls waiting to be processed including the first roll I put through my Nikon F3!
So instead of boring you with some semi-recent images, I have decided to go back a few decades into some images that were captured on film. These are negatives that have not seen the light of day in many years including some that my father took back in his photographic days.
The wonderful thing about film is that it is more difficult, costly and time consuming to create. A digital camera is absolute speed and efficiency but much like the microwaveable dinners it is not always about efficiency. When it comes to art something faster is not always better.
One advantage of the film process is that every image is valuable and hence you do not throw them away. So while going through my things I decided to pick up some old negatives and scan them to see what treasures they hid.
The first picture above is of my father and his friends celebrating the graduation of the friend in the hat. My father is the one pouring the Argentine tea called mate. This candid picture taken of a group of friends was brilliantly done. The odd composition due to the small balcony that apartments in Buenos Aires have. But the candid expressions and shear happiness captured really makes most of my digital captures pale in comparison.
This next image was taken by me back in my film days (digital did not exist back then). It was a spontaneous shot meant to capture the wonderful day we were enjoying. It was taken at the beginning of winter in Paris and represents the first international vacation my wife and I took alone. We were young, rather short on cash but filled with excited energy. I remember the hotel we could afford had a grandiose name but it was a room that was the exact size of the bed. You could not stand anywhere in the room. The bathroom was such that you had to sit on the toilet to shower. We loved it all because instead of complaining about the room (or lack there of) we shrugged it off as part of the Paris experience.
These images captured so long ago bring back the rush of memories unlike the thousands of digital images I have sitting on my hard drive. I love digital but at times it is just too easy.
This final image is of my grandfather with a cousin of mine. It was his first of 12 grandchildren. The picture was taken by my father who clearly has more talent than I ever will.