A Bite Of The Madeleine
My parents and I started taking colour slides in the mid 1960s. Between us we accumulated thousands of images- which were viewed once or twice on the big screen, put away in boxes and then largely forgotten.
Now, thanks to Ailz, I have a scanner....
I fetched a load of boxes down from the attic this morning. Pictures from '64 and '65. A holiday in France, my grandmother with her dogs, my sister and I in the garden at Hadlow. Solemn little chap I was.
And here are the frozen tunny fish we saw lying about on the quay at Concarneau. It's something I've always remembered but I hadn't known that my father had a picture of them...
Now, thanks to Ailz, I have a scanner....
I fetched a load of boxes down from the attic this morning. Pictures from '64 and '65. A holiday in France, my grandmother with her dogs, my sister and I in the garden at Hadlow. Solemn little chap I was.
And here are the frozen tunny fish we saw lying about on the quay at Concarneau. It's something I've always remembered but I hadn't known that my father had a picture of them...
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For some reason, those oldest slides have survived better and scan better than those I took in the 1980s.
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I rather wish I'd got into photography much earlier, but, the ease with which I can take perhaps 200-300 shots on a good rabbiteering evening reminds me things were different in the age of film, even aside from having to pay money to get the rolls developed, and wait days to see the results. (And the ease of being able to gently tweak photos in Aperture, versus adjusting such matters in a darkroom.. !)
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I couldn't go back to faffing around with film. I marvel now that we were happy to put up with the expense and inconvenience.