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I am by all means not un-technical. I prefer to categorize myself as a Boomer-geek, whenever called upon to do so. I am fearless around computers. And, first opened one up, to install more ram, via a 2.5 hour phone hook-up to an Apple-tech in Texas, about ten years ago. I don't have a laptop, but absolutely need one. I've judiciously joined the world of "social networking" but still prefer a large table, home cooking, and friends surrounding it, clinking glasses instead of being notified. I currently use a pocket-sized Olympus Stylus 840 to "capture" my images, instead of a digital SLR, doing the capture-dance instead of the traditional eye-to-lens stance. A financial shortfall, rather than stylistic. Still, this simple, physical difference, has convinced me that I am no longer a photographer, but some kind of hybrid artist, a photographer robot or some such. Here comes the "I miss" list: I miss the layover between the shot, and the reveal; I miss silver film cans; I miss Dektol, stop and fix; I miss rolling my own film; I miss the quality of my pristine prints; I miss my blacks; I miss my camera strap; and the sound of my shutter; I miss grease pencils. I like Photoshop. I do, I really do. I like the cheaper investments in my craft. I like whipping out a cable and downloading right after a shoot. I'm not thrilled with learning how to store jpgs instead of filing negatives in a shoe box. Work prints are not the same. Nor are snip tests. Or, tails out vs. tails in. So, this initial blog, sets up the quandary of the old school photographers, the ones who, like myself, almost lost their lungs while printing in unventilated darkrooms for eight hour stretches, while listening to the Bee Gees and missing the entire disco era, and their adjustment to the age of digital photography. Oh, I know I'm bringing up a subject almost twenty years old. After all, I presented a seminar on this very subject, in the mid'80s at UCLA Extension, which was attended by 14 people because no one believed what was coming down the road. Are we experiencing another Niépce-Daguerreian era when the first shadow was fixed? Is this an Eastman Kodak format moment? Will the current quest for Polaroid film replacement succeed? Will I ever go back to shooting slides? Somehow, that seems inevitable for an old horse like me. Meanwhile, I've uploaded to this site, my digital transition from film, "Los Angeles 2006-2008." A series dedicated to Raymond Chandler. A noir look at my hometown. A darker look. Seems somehow fitting.....


 

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