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rhythmaningThis morning, I finally set up the film scanner which my brother lent me a couple of months ago. I have been meaning to do this – for a couple of months – but somehow I only just managed to do it today.
I was looking to scan a specific photograph, taken more than fifteen years ago. For the last few years, I have taken mostly (though not exclusively) colour negatives, but I before that, I took mostly black and white photographs, and I have four albums of negatives going back to when I first got a camera – which is a long, long time ago.
So to find the picture I was lloking for, I had to flick through lots of negatives. There are negatives of people I haven’t seen – haven’t even thought about – for many, many years.
For each film I looked at, I could remember who, where and why; aside from a large number of random mountains.
A fascinating case of photographic archaeology.
I was looking to scan a specific photograph, taken more than fifteen years ago. For the last few years, I have taken mostly (though not exclusively) colour negatives, but I before that, I took mostly black and white photographs, and I have four albums of negatives going back to when I first got a camera – which is a long, long time ago.
So to find the picture I was lloking for, I had to flick through lots of negatives. There are negatives of people I haven’t seen – haven’t even thought about – for many, many years.
For each film I looked at, I could remember who, where and why; aside from a large number of random mountains.
A fascinating case of photographic archaeology.