I doubt that in a thousand years men like Mr. Jones and Mr. Belloq will be willing to kill over this photo, but it is interesting how the perception of these images of the mundane change over time. A friend of mine shares historical photos of the city of Halifax. Most of them were taken between the 1930s and 1960s. You see the familiar mixed with the unfamiliar. You recognize the buildings today and see them being used in a much different way back then. These images aren’t much as art. A street. Someone standing in front of their business. They’re personal or promotional.
But time passes and they become historical documents. I wonder if someone in the future will look on an image like this that I took and use it to explore a place that no longer exists.
In my mind they glanced at each other as they passed. In that short moment they lived an entire life together. Living, loving, aging, and dying. When that moment was over they pushed it out of their minds as they moved on to their lonely reality because the reward wasn’t seen as worth the risks.
I may be projecting upon them.
The new Flickr design doesn’t send the tags along with the image to Tumblr. That sucks.
A large number of my photos were lost when the external hard drive they were stored in decided that life was too cruel and committed suicide. All of my originals from Korea. Any digital I took in Taiwan and from the last time I visited Canada back in 2008. And a number of pictures from Japan vanished.
What did survive was my “Done Shots” folder. This is where I move the images I made web-ready when my “Uploads” folder starts getting too crowded. This is also where my surviving photos from Korea were found. For the most part these shots have watermarks of defunct websites. I go through sites like some people go through relationships, which is why I simply add my name and the Creative Commons license nowadays. And they’re blog sizes. Anywhere from five hundred to a thousand and twenty four pixels on the longest side. (Like this one.) Assuming that the watermark with the dead URL is someplace I can easily clone stamp it out, and the remaining image is at a large enough size that I can ‘shop ‘n’ crop as needed, I can repost them in this context.
But it’s the small ones that hurt. I could probably use them in a traditional blogging manner: Sitting among the text of the essay. But for any other use, including making prints if I so desired, they’re nothing more than tiny reminders that I’m horrible at keeping my electronics in good shape.
The meter on the Nikon F2 that I took this photo with had a bum light meter. It worked perfectly in full daylight, but as it got dimmer, the meter got more and more off. Since it was only a little bit dim this photo wasn’t underexposed enough that I couldn’t bring it up a bit in Photoshop. There are a few others I took with the Nikon that are in the same boat, but it’d be a lot easier to work with them if I still had the originals.
I’ve seen this traditional dance school(?) perform a few times in Miyakonojo’s big summer street festival. There was nothing special about that night. I went out because I was hot and wanted to point my camera at something, but I wasn’t expecting much. I found this down in the bar district which was a better find than the drunks and bar girls that are usually there.
Shot with a Mamiya C220f.
For winter vacation one year I spent a few days in Fukuoka. I had just gotten my hands on some 3200iso film and wanted to use it so I did a walkabout. This fellow was both busking and selling what looked like bootleg DVDs in front of the subway entrance. It reminded me a fair bit of a typical Seoul street scene minus the fighting and vomiting.
For the most part, interesting people stuff doesn’t happen in Japan until after nine or ten.