Old Photographs

I don’t know when a photograph becomes an “old photograph”.

Perhaps when one fiddles with it to look “old timey”?

I do know I have on the desktop’s drives a healthy archive dating back to 2007, when I built my “XP box”, and the “digital take” in exposures made from that time PLUS a few scans of old but most-loved negatives and slides.  To accurately date those for this blog, I have to either reach for the slide (why can’t EVERYTHING be right here at the desktop?), which would have the date and frame code “yyyy-mm-dd-ff” Sharpied on the cardboard or plastic frame, or I would have to comb back through the “shooting books”, 4×6-inch spiral bound volumes that traveled with the bags.

Regarding the lighthouse in the post beneath this one, I know it was made out on a holiday weekend and taken on the return to Annapolis moments before the camera had to be put away (it was frame 36 — I remember that — and probably recorded with Kodachrome 64) and binoculars and charts had to be attended for the turn up South River.

Funny how I can recall the moment, the bag involved (a wonderfully engineered Domke), but not the camera body (my guess: Nikon N8008 — or FM or even old Minolta SRT) or weekend — U.S. Memorial Day or Labor Day weekend?

Someone from some time ago has a 24-inch tall poster of the shot, this thanks to a friend commanding a Mac and an Epson in more primitive days, and more recently, someone picked up a copy on Pictorico White Film via the silent part of a charity auction for possibly less than the cost of the sheet and ink.

I exaggerate but a little.

I know I’ve published the picture elsewhere in cyberspace but have lost track of where — is it included in the Flickr collections, the Facebook photo directories, another blog or even this one?


For this blog and its art, I’ve noted appearance in the IPTC data for each image posted.  That should help with avoiding redundancy, but the real answer, from trials with Matador to Blogger to Typepad to WordPress seems to involve getting this useful semi-narcissistic publishing shaped into fewer and discrete venues.

Somehow, I suspect ye SocialCyberGods know this, that Google+ is insanely jealous today, and all, in any case, are fighting for my loyalty as well as the love — and attention! and fees! — of rapidly communicating cyber junkies everywhere.

Let the apps and opportunities swim around me and thee.

I, for one, am most arrived at home . . . here.

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