They (old cameras) don’t sell. They have no inherent value except as a dust collector. Film is gone. I know I’m being extreme in saying this. You probably can find film and even get it developed. But, film cameras are really mostly a curiosity nowadays. Soon enough few, if any, will remember how to load film into a camera. The Argus C3 (the “brick”) was my first ever camera – that I shot a picture. It was dismal. There was nothing automatic and I shot with nary a lesson. I shot in Charleston, WV when I won the Golden Horseshoe award. Nada! Not a single frame could be printed. I’ve never used a folding view camera. No box camera. And just like that … iPhone. We’ve come far. I have a collection of old cameras. Someday someone will try to sell them for money. Right now they are overpriced paperweights loaded with nostalgia.
This would be my “Nellie” pose. I took a lot of pictures of my dog Nellie, a Cavalier King Charles spaniel. Yup, I still miss her. Of all the poses I got, the quintessential one was with her head close to the floor and my camera at eye level. The picture is in the eyes. Spice was kind enough to cooperate.
I don’t usually get to pose my cats. And when they see me with a camera they are usually on the move. So, a bit of stealth is necessary. That often means that I don’t get to move the props around. You take what they allow. My mission is get a group shot. Ha ha. A pair is about the best I have done.
We grow it. We harvest the flowers. They have a distinct flavor and smell. Love it or hate it, there’s a strong feeling among folks either way. We grow it so I guess someone around here loves it. Oh! Me too! You know they put it in soap too. So, I wash with it too. Yes, you can eat it too.
Ray or Nutley, you can’t tell which cat unless you see the back of their neck. It’s just how you tell the twins apart. They are rambunctious kittens. So the idea of being behind bars appeals to me. When they sleep they are angelic.
Along the Chesapeake in Maryland we chanced upon a winery overlooking a promising sunset evening. It’s a work in progress just having opened a few years ago. The first wines are just now maturing. We sampled a flight. (I don’t drink.) We got a souvenir glass. We bought a bottle (of course!). It was a very nice unexpected interlude in our meandering. Happy birthday! I remember it fondly. Next stop… Jessop’s.
Jessop’s Tavern has been our favorite by the sheer number of return visits. I have seen but have never tried the Shepard’s pie. Most recently sister Jane tried it. She nibbled and took the rest with her. She doesn’t believe in ‘doggie bags’ but we coaxed her and I carried it out of the restaurant. The portion was larger than my head. Needless to say, I did not finish it either. This was my first attempt. I’m trying to be cognizant of sensible portion control. For a Shepard’s pie this is a showstopper no doubt.
These eastern clouds were being lit by setting sun in the west. It had been storming earlier in the day. I shot out the car window as we traveled down the highway south. South is always down, right? We’d been using a map that day. My companion folds hers. It doesn’t help. Two GPS devices, two iPhones, one map later and we still have a frantic scramble at the next turn. Kidding!
There is something to be said for cropping. I never considered panoramas until Dave showed me his iPhone shots. Easy!…on an iPhone. Pretty easy in Lightroom too. You have to have a good substrate with which to work. Then, it’s effective. Right image – right tool. Nice trick.