While visiting/working (my fingers past the bony parts -- haha), I have become inspired to break out my Nikons and Leicas. I cannot begin to afford digital cameras that come close to those old workhorses, at least in my tired old hands.
What got me thinking about all of this was looking at sites that show really good “analog” photography, and realizing that I used to do things with my film cameras that I simply cannot with the digital cameras I have. (Better cameras are available, but are "over budget").
I found a lab that will sell me print film at a decent price, process the film, post digital copies on their website that I can download as well as send me the prints.
Not a free system, but it deserves some consideration.
One of my favorite portrait photographers uses roll film in his Hasselblad, then has that digitized and, after being photoshopped, is digitally printed. Best of both worlds? Hard to know.
But when we get home next week, I’ll break out the trusty Leica M2, exercise the shutter a few hundred times and shoot a roll of film.
Old Hank• once talked about keeping life to manageable size.
He used three words: Simplify, Simplify, Simplify.
I used to tell my art students to simplify their design every chance they had because life (and designs) get more complex, all by themselves.
Just read about a quite well to do lady who began giving things away early in her “old age” and by the time she died she had reduced her belongings to two boxes worth.
Daughter once bought a house with a 30 year collection of “stuff”. Now, 5 or 6 years later they are still finding new “treasures.” Friend’s in laws both passed and they inherited the same thing, a house with a 30 year collection of “stuff.”
He says they are making great progress clearing it out.
The lesson is easy to write and talk about and really tough to follow.
“Dad, do you know where you are camping this weekend?” It was Arline aka daughter one.
“Not entirely, I thought . . .”
“You are camping at my place. Three of your daughters will be here for sure and 9 or your 11 grandkids.”
So the decision was made for me!
Griffy and Matt had been to camp all week (Jessica had been to camp for two weeks). Josh and his mother Dea were driving up from SF to trade a Josh for a Griffy!
Then I discovered more. Josh was to come home with me, but only after he spent a few days (most of a week actually) with cousins. I was to be there during that time, working!
So, here I am in servitude again. Slaving away, breaking concrete, clearing out a greenhouse, sweating and having a great time along the way. Miriam keeps the kitchen “grandma clean.” Yesterday we got a LOT of work done and the week is just beginning!
At home my neighbor will be sure that my garden is watered and we will spend yet another week or more away from home.
This morning I joked to a my daughter Arline: “I should be a full time RV person, and just go from daughter to daughter being useful!"
This blog began as a spot to vent about my life with Miriam and her time with Alzheimer's disease.
She was diagnosed in '99 and her decline has been quite slow. In fact some of our best years of our long marriage have been these recent years.
Alzherimer's, at least her version is a disease of waiting. One shoe drops and it can be a very long time before the other one drops.
So life goes on.
At the beginning of this blog I told the story of our courtship and marriage, about out family and our personal journey with this disease. The part that scares the most is the anticipation as the disease slowly progresses.
So, I will touch on that subject from time to time, but the entries will tend toward comments on life. I'll leave politics and religion for others to worry about, not that I don't have strong opinions!
I have my hands full just looking after my wonderful Miriam.
We met when we were 6, began dating at 15 and have been together since. We will have our 56th anniversary this June.
We have four wonderful daughters. Smart, independent, awesome. They have given us 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. None of them are little any more. The oldest is 28 and married, the youngest is 14.
Until this last fall we lived in a hosue I designed and built in the '70's and it is pretty weird and wild, but very comfortable. Last summer the girls came to the conclusion that I really did need help dealing with Miriam. Now we live on a couple acres with daughter 1.
Life has been good. There is not much I would do different even if I could. We are rich beyond belief but chronically short of cash!
And, unless stated otherwise all the photographs are mine.