The Tour de France is a bicycle race of 2000 miles in three weeks. I have no desire to photograph it. Some people wait/camp along the route for weeks before the bikers pass. Then 100 riders go by at 28 miles an hour and it’s over. Too little bang for your buck. A British royal wedding? I’m not related. So, I would be among millions lining a street for a glimpse. If I lived there overlooking the parade route… My good buddy, Charlie (Bell 47 helicopter), loves the whole picture. Get the whole thing (ship). But, if you include the whole ship (helicopter) with its rotors, you lose detail.
There are times when detail (close-up) is better. It means you were there. You saw the finer details. And the whole (ship) can be discerned from its part. It’s a fine point. And, it’s an opinion. When film was limited, I shot frugally. I did not shoot well. Now that digital is plentiful, I shoot lots. I still don’t always shoot well. More is not more. Nor is more less. I find that I shoot more. I shoot wide angle and telephoto. It takes a second. But, lately I find that zooming in I utilize the camera’s capability to fulfill my vision better. No, Photoshop will not save you if you are lazy. You can crop the hell out of a poor image and get something. How about getting it without thinking you have a ready crutch to fall upon. I like to mix metaphors. Get the point?
An image is two dimensional on the page. Telephoto perspective can crowd what you see by its depth of field. Perspective is something that has many meanings. It all depends on you. Technical or philosophical?
We have Jane. Actually, there are a couple in the family now. But this Jane has laudable though interesting thinking. I’ve been to her house many times now. She doesn’t have a single dish that matches another. She has good dishes. You never use the “good” dishes every day. So, we got her a set of plain white – service for eight. It’s not like we spent much at the thrift store. Serviceable and actually quite attractive. They matched! She got home, unpacked them, and promptly donated a set of four to the goodwill near her. ?? So, others would benefit, too. Ok!?!? But then she told us her bridge club was coming. She runs two tables. That would be eight people. So, I guess they will eat and wash and eat. Oh, she was going to make gazpacho when she was here. They are getting the soup. I got bupkus again. Laugh! I am. Gotta love her.
That’s what they call it. It is the area where you tee off on a golf hole. This hole is beautiful to behold. Look out over the water and the green is there on the other side. It’s kind of idyllic. Wait!? Did I say water? Look! Look out over the little picturesque pond. Yup. Water. It’s not far. This course doesn’t have long holes. Water? Am I repeating myself? Me? And water? Nope. We don’t mix at all when it comes to golf. I’m just as well if I simply drop the ball in water and move on. Don’t laugh… too hard. I give a ball up to the water gods and move on. It allays the spirits and I keep my sanity. Everyone I play with has a laugh. Move on…
Sailing vessels paraded along the Hudson River in 1976, 1986, and in 2000. That’s my memory. In 1976 I was a newly minted surgery intern at Albert Einstein Medical School rotating out of the Lincoln Hospital ER. We were 24 hours on, 24 hours off. I started on July 1 – day off. That made July 4th my second day off. I was exhausted. Dead on my feet so to speak. The hours of an intern are severely restricted nowadays. Better or worse? I have an opinion. It doesn’t matter. I managed to drag myself to the Hudson that day with girlfriend and camera. Slide film. I had plenty with me. Someone standing next to me offered/asked to buy film when they ran out. Nothing doing. I needed/brought everything I had. This was historic. It was a once in a lifetime parade. So, of course, it wasn’t. As if NYC ever needed more tourists, they did it (tall ships) again and again. By 2000, I was a better photographer with more sleep and better (different) equipment. I was not on a ship but my lenses reached better. As summer days in NYC go, it was hazy. But I was part of history again that day. I’ve been fortunate that way. I could have been working July 4th, 1976 and missed it all. I wasn’t. I saw it from a front row spot. Lucky me. That year my vacation was the month of August. You had to take it when you were assigned. Lucky me. Nothing left to live for for the rest of the year. We went to Italy on a tour. I remember that too.
SSDD. They called it ‘gun trauma.’ They demonstrated. Lisa went to the march in Washington DC. Déjà vu all over again. Has anything changed since 2000? I see the Washington monument in the background. Yup! The venue was the Washington mall. At least the lowly Republicans did not push the march onto a side street. Did they hide behind NRA money and affiliation then? It seems history repeats. I marched this year. My view hasn’t changed. The laws haven’t changed. The issue remains. Gun violence continues. What’s happening? Eighteen years, a generation, has passed. I had forgotten that rally in 2000. I suppose politicians depend upon that. The NRA does. Rant. Rally. March. Sadly, I have been around long enough to forget yesterday’s news today. Same Shit Different Day.
They were called radio DJ’s shock jocks. We had Howard Stern. Whatever was gross and inappropriate was fair game. It was a very rapidly tiresome schtick. I guess SF had their own version. There’s a fine line between taste and tasteless. If you are Republican stop reading here. Otherwise, I don’t get in many pictures. Don, the guy by the car, took the pic. He’s not very good (photographer). But who cares? There, that’s me in a rare true to life photo in front of a monument to man’s constructive ability. “Look, ma. Wish you were here.”
A scallion pancake is a staple in many Chinese restaurants these days. This place in the ‘village’ (Greenwich) downtown was a joint I’d passed many times. I’d never stopped. It looked vaguely unclean. It was a joint. There were many better choices. Finally?! We stopped one day – ate at one of the picnic tables. I ordered scallion pancakes. The rest is history. It is one of Dave’s favorites. We order them whenever they are on the menu. We’ve had them in restaurants all over. Dave will eat an order all by himself. Ha! Who knew? But, it was here. Right in this place. It all started here. I don’t know if it’s still in business. It wasn’t that great in the scheme of things. But here’s where the memory began. … well we did pass this street recently. The restaurant is gone. Long live the fond memory.
In retrospect it passed quietly. There was little fanfare in my family. We lived within blocks of Times Square. We were there on the afternoon of: to have a look around before the crowd was stifling. We were out on Long Island earlier in the day. The kids did homework. David made a snowman. Jules did a puzzle. The night came and went without incident and the Y2K fear never came to pass. Where were you? It’s a memory. I was there at the turn of the clock. It’s nearly two decades later. It’s a better world today?
The big divide…where were you? When? 2004, June – the last time I shot a roll of slide film. Just like that! The Nikon D70 changed it all. Previously the digital cameras cost $5000 down from$10,000. Kodak used a Nikon body and built a digital camera. The printer was also in the thousands of dollars. Then Nikon brought the D70 for about $1000, my price. Though expensive, it was within my perceived range as an advanced amateur. The event? David’s high school graduation. I meant to shoot color slide and to finish off the brick(s) (20 rolls) of slide film in the freezer. Nope, never did. I eventually (years later) tossed out the rolls. Nope, not another slide. By this time in 2004, I was processing my film at a local lab. They’d do it in a day, even an hour. Darkroom time was too limited. My downstairs neighbor objected to running water after dark (3AM). Yes, this graduation was, in its own way, a graduation for me too. My film cameras sit as a paperweight, dust collection, fine to look at, but never used again. I’m at peace with that. Lately, my big trusty Nikon has been supplanted by my point and shoot Canon G7. The images and sensor are every bit as large as the Nikon D70 without the bulk and weight. The lens is outstanding too. Why fight progress? I still use the Nikon D610 and I don’t rely on the iPhone. It’s all a matter of where you draw the line. My images satisfy me. iPhone images overwhelmingly satisfy the masses. That’s good too?
The pics? David, of course. His sister and grandmother. That would be his best buddy (lifelong so far) Michael. Nice stuff.
There seems to be a market for anything and everything. Old tins – spice, tobacco? Empty! There’s a price. Someone buys? Ha! A day bed – never been used? At night? But during the day? Cameras? Film? Nope! No one’s gonna be shooting film anytime soon. Aficionado? I should be. Not me neither! Either! The prices are astronomical. Well, there’s no price really that anyone should pay for a film camera without film. Uh uh, nope, nada. How about a yardstick? The solid 3D one on the left is “different.” How much? $7? No! No way! I’ve seen people selling them for $26. In other words… someone is selling, but no one is buying. It’s why the junk stays there forever and a day. Don’t laugh too hard. I find it hard to toss away stuff too. But at least I’m renting space in a store to let it catch dust. A metal spice tin, imagine that? Empty! Maybe? Somewhere there is someone out there who wants to pay too much for something because…. I have a cupboard full of old spices… some are in metal tins…