This image of David was done soon after I received a Canon G3. It was a camera that is now in its G16 model and still a big seller. The salesman sold it to Lisa and told her I would love it. A simpler point and shoot would not work for me as well as this camera. He was right and Lisa gave me the start into my journey using digital cameras. The Nikon D70 was not released for about another year. Meanwhile the G3 got a lot of use as I began to transition over to digital.
Jules was critical and always seemed to be able to differentiate between my slides and digital images. I shot film and digital for Amy, Susan’s daughter’s wedding. Jules and Lisa used the G3 when they traveled in Italy. And I discovered that shooting in the dark at a school play was easy when the ISO could adjust on the fly. Yes, it was a good foray into digital using the G3.
In the interest of historical images this was taken about ten years ago. Gee time flies and you look different in a blink. It’s a nice technical image with the main subject off to the side. And there to the right is my dog Nellie looking out the door. More on that later. The point of this post is about the fact that this was taken shortly after I received this spiffy new digital camera. It was the beginning of the end of film for me.
Jules and Dave like to mug. There is a rule, which I realize looking back. Do not include too many girlfriend shots in the pictures you take. I have heard of families asking to Photoshop eliminate a spouse after the divorce. David’s graduation – it was my first serious digital Nikon D70. I mean it was about one week’s test shots after I received the camera that I just went ahead and shot his graduation. And there were plenty of pictures of the girl friend included in the day. She broke his heart later. He doesn’t speak of her and doesn’t want to see her. So I am sure he needs no photo reminders. One of the things the kids would do is make faces in protest of all the images I shoot. It was not too bad when film cost. But with digital there is really no limit. And I am free with my finger on the shutter. So I get faces a lot more now.
This was taken before I heard the term. It was back around 2003 and I attended a track meet at Hamilton College. Jules was still a runner. I drove up and stayed nearby. We had dinner and did the usual father daughter bonding. I don’t remember if she won her race. The point was to be there to show her my interest. Hey! It’s what fathers do. And I also point out this was a few years before yesterday’s engagement post.
Back in 2011 I made my way downtown to the spot where the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade turns on 34th Street. There you get a view of the balloons. These helium filled giants are the stars of the parade. And it was still very crowded as lots of other people had the same idea. I was jostled but held my ground and got some very nice shots. Yes this is a special New York style Thanksgiving.
Everyone knows a certain someone who loves books and who loves to hangout in bookstores. And if you look closely: mystery, true crime, love and sex, thriller. I mean really! And between true crime and love and sex – well this is too delicious to pass up. I chose love and sex but what do I know? The image itself lacks a little clarity and focus. But does it?
I was slogging through the Metropolitan Museum of Art racing to see all the masterpieces. This is definitely not the way to do it. An article in the NY Times was out a few days later exhorting visitors to view a single work for an extended time say twenty minutes or more. It might prove to be a more memorable experience. So I noticed this girl in a tux and no socks. Luckily I had my trusty brand new spiffy camera ready to snap. Art in a museum., imagine that. I love interactive.
The area is called DUMBO. It’s under the Manhattan Bridge. Get it? The city has revived the waterfront and created a park. Build it and they will come. On a given sunny weekend there are loads of people and a residential address has cache now. So I stitched a panorama together. It’s raw and needs plenty of work. It should be shot over again. I probably won’t do it. The Brooklyn Bridge is to the left. And way back is the Williamsburg Bridge. No kidding, this was not a place to walking around ten years ago.
I’m not a great one to embrace change. Then again things change around me constantly. Our primary residence was sold recently. I have no known address nor a hardline phone. Well it’s not that extreme…. Following up on yesterday’s post, I wrote about my Nikon D200 camera. It was new at the time of yesterday’s image. And now I have upgraded to the Nikon D610. Images are posted here. Drat! A week later Nikon announced the D750. Last time around Nikon announced the D300 about a week after I got the D200. I mean, come on!! They just released the D610 didn’t they?. And I got a spiffy fast lens in the FX 24-70mm zoom. The first events were the Indian Powwow in Southampton and the West Indian Day Parade in Brooklyn. I wish I could say there was a standout image right away. But no, there were many images, too many to really say there is one quintessential image. Nowadays I use several cameras, all for different reasons. Point and shoot Canon G12 and S100 as well as iPhone images are mixed in. What I can say is that I shot eleven thousand images in the first month with the Nikon D610. New lens, new camera, I have been getting very nice shots and have certainly using the new equipment.
I looked through my archive. The day was crystal clear. It was what I call a ‘blue sky day.’ No clouds, crisp autumn air and I was getting ready for work. I have a view south but the WTC is just out of sight from my kitchen window. The smoke initially caught my attention. I thought it was too much smoke to be coming from lower Manhattan. As it turns out I had seen the smoke from the first explosion and then went to the roof where I could look south. I expected the fire would be controlled quickly. NYC FD is very good. The second explosion threw me. I have no perspective from my view. Then I realized that the two building are not side by side and that fire from one could not simply jump across. This shot is just after the second jet hit the WTC. Not long after the buildings collapsed one at a time. Ten years later I was down at the site and flags were placed in a park. All the names of the victims were inscribed. The profound loss is still haunting – all the more because I was so close to the scene.