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of uniformed guys with squeegees, who'd check your oil and pump your gas, and give you some trading stamps too.
Pink flowers surround the base of a lamppost in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada.
Unfortunately, you can see a gentle scratch that was picked up on the scan of the film. I hate to squeegee my film after processing, since I very frequently damage the film. However, I always seem to keep making the same mistakes anyway. Old habits die hard.
Check out an album containing more of my photos shot in 2018.
Asahi Pentax Spotmatic 1
Asahi Takumar f4 300 mm lens
Manfrotto tripod and ball head.
Metered with a Sekonic L-358.
135 format Ilford FP4 Plus 125 ISO film.
Scanned using a Nikon Super CoolScan 9000 ED with the FH-835S 35mm strip film tray.
Squeegee was not a mean or wild cat, but every now and then, he could give a look that made him seem that way. This was one of them. At the end of his life, my favorite kitty was feeling worse for wear, and it showed on his face.
Looking at the images I took of him through the years, the progression of age really shows, especially at the end, but somehow he's still very much alive to me. I still feel the connection, and though I know it's weird, I never feel very far from him.
It's odd that an animal can have more of a bond with a person than sometimes other people can, but that happened with Squeegee. His spirit is still there and oddly, even though it's not like being "haunted", I can feel him, as if he just shifted to another dimension that I can't quite reach. I don't see him, hear him or anything like that, but I sense him. It's hard to explain, and I'm sure some folks would think I was nuts, but that's what I feel. I've never experienced anything like it, and perhaps that's why I haven't been "falling apart at the seams", like I expected to when he passed. I miss him terribly, but I know he's waiting for me. There's something eternal going on.
The shadowy entrance to a forested trail in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada.
One day in June, I decided to load up a couple of old cameras with some 135 format, black and white, film. One was a Nikon FTn with a 35 mm lens that I gave to me daughters. They are seven and nine years old, and were interested in learning some photography. I loaded a Spotmatic 1 for myself. I planned to shoot the whole roll with a 300 mm lens, but some of the shots were taken with other lenses.
Unfortunately, you can see a gentle scratch that was picked up on the scan of the film. I hate to squeegee my film after processing, since I very frequently damage the film. However, I always seem to keep making the same mistakes anyway. Old habits die hard.
Check out an album containing more of my photos shot in 2018.
Asahi Pentax Spotmatic 1
Asahi Takumar f4 300 mm lens
Manfrotto tripod and ball head.
Metered with a Sekonic L-358.
135 format Ilford FP4 Plus 125 ISO film.
Scanned using a Nikon Super CoolScan 9000 ED with the FH-835S 35mm strip film tray.
To all my Flickr friends, a wonderful Christmas is wished you, or Hanukkah if you're Jewish!
This is a notoriously difficult time for me, having lost both my mother and a beloved pet, Tigger, at Christmas in the past. This year, my favorite pet of all time, Squeegee, passed away in October, too, so Christmas is a little solemn for me. Still, it isn't for the gifts and trappings that I have loved Christmas. It's for what Christmas is all about.
I chose this photo to be my "Christmas card" for a reason. First, because it was taken in Sugar Mill Gardens, where my beloved Tigger lived before I adopted him. This bench had special significance, since one time, I was about to go home after visiting him, and the gate was about to be locked up. Tigger knew I was leaving and got on this bench and turned his back to me, sulking! I took a photo of it that I called, "How Could You Leave Me?" After he died, I had it blown up and framed, because now I ask HIM that same question!
Secondly, when my mother passed away on Christmas 2008, she was cremated and her ashes were scattered one year later. There is no marker that memorializes her. I would love to put a bench with her name on it in a park someplace, so that she's not forgotten, but I haven't been able to afford it. So, this serves as a reminder that one day, I will try to do that. Mom would surely think it frivolous, but I do not.
Lastly, this bench, while beautiful, has always reminded me a little of a tombstone! That brings me to the meaning of Christmas. God sent His only Son, Jesus, into the world to live as a man, having set aside His own Godliness, to be born as a baby. The reason? To die. Jesus was born and lived solely to become the sacrifice to pay the penalty for mankind's sin, something we could never do on our own. Sin is a pricey thing, and costs us more than we will ever have to ransom ourselves out of it. Anything we do that is wrong according to God's word, is sin. There is nothing but a perfect blood sacrifice that could pay the penalty for us. No amount of good deeds can wipe it away. So, in His love and mercy, God provided a way. Jesus.
Jesus was the only option. He was both man and God. He was capable of sin, simply because He was born in the flesh, but because His spirit was also God's, had what none of us had to overcome sin- the power of the Lord God! He willingly chose to come down to earth and be born as a baby in that stable in Bethlehem, for the sole purpose of bridging the gap between God and man by paying the price for our sins with His own life. He knew He would die for us. He chose to do it because He loved us that much. Salvation comes when we accept what He did, and believe in Him, and turn from lives that displease God to lives that reflect Him. God sees our sin no more and we become His children. THAT is the gift of Christmas. A birth...a death...and rebirth. Without the birth (Christmas) there would be no death (Easter) and no rebirth (salvation).
I guess I have always thought tombstones could be beautiful, (especially the one that was rolled away when Jesus rose from the dead and overcame death and sin!), and Christmas was more than just colored lights and packages under a tree, or a fat guy in a red suit with a fake beard bellowing, "Ho ho ho!" Christmas is all about love; the love we have for each other, the love we have for God, and mostly, the love He has for us. Jesus is the reason for the season. Merry Christmas!
We've had drought so dry that we were using those gas station squeegees to wash with and selling water by the Dixie Cup. So a day of rain was real nice. Now, as I write this, the deluge is about to hit, 8 inches of rain and Hurricane Force Winds, said the radio (although the local report is three inches and gusts to 40 MPH). But on the day of this photograph we'd enjoyed the first gentle rain in perhaps a year. And it felt good. That's the pelican patrol, great streams of these huge birds head out to sea every morning and return at dusk. Awkward -- even hilarious -- on land, graceful and glorious in the air.
A friend of a friend was getting rid of some photographic equipment so I have given it a good home. Below is a list of everything there, if anyone has any advice or tips I would really appreciate it. Please comment below with any advice!
Darkroom Equipment
- Durst Magico Enlarger
- Durst 38mm f/4.5
- Anastigmat 75mm f/3.5
- Durst Enlarger Easel
- Photax Enlarger Easel
- Jessops Multimask Enlarging Easel
-Jessops Safe Light
- 3x Dev trays
- 8x10 Squeegee
- Plastic Stiring Paddles
- 3x Tongs
- Water Hose
- 3x Dev Tanks (Jessops, Patterson and Gepe)
- Dark bag
- 2x 600ml graduates
- Photographic Thermometer
- 2x Film Clips
- Film Squeegee
Chemicals
- 5x Promicol Packets 600ml (1970s?)
- 1x Agfa Rodinal 500ml
- A tin of Acufine, makes 1 quart.
- Ilford Multigrade Paper developer 1 Litre
- Patterson Acugrade
- 2x Patterson Acufix
- Jessops Econodev 2 Universal
- 2x Jessops Econoprint 2
- 2x Jessops Econostop
- Jessops Econowet
- Kodak Photo Flo 200
- Foma Citro
Paper
- Kodak Bromide Paper, 2 Normal, WSG.2S, 3 1/2 x 5 1/2. 100 sheets (partially used)
- Kodak Bromide Paper, 3 Normal, WSG.3S, 3 1/2 x 5 1/2. 25 sheets (partially used)
- Kodak Veribrom F2, 12.7cm x 17.8cm 100 sheets (partially used)
- Kodak Veribrom F1, 16.5cm x 21.6cm 100 sheets (partially used)
- Kodak Bromide Paper, 2 Normal, WSG.2S, 20.3cm x 25.4cm 25 sheets (partially used)
- 2x Jessops VC Lustre 8x10, 25 sheets
- Jessops VC Glossy 8x10, 25 sheets
- Ilford Multigrade IV, Gloss, 8x10, 100 sheets
- Kentmere VC Select, Fine Lustre, 12x16
Film
Sheet Film
- Kodak Ektacolor, Type S 6101, 4x5, 10 sheets, Expired Dec 1974
- Kodak Ektacolor, Type L 6102, 4x5, 10 sheets, Expired Dec 1974
- Ilford FP2, 4x5, 10 sheets
35mm Film
- Bonusprint Activa 100, Expired 2006
- Agfa Agfachrome 50RS Slide Film
- Kodak Ektapress Gold 1600
- 2x Agfacolor XRS1000, Expired 1991
- 2x Kodak HIE Infrared Film, Expired 2005
- 2x Agfapan APX 25, Expired 2001
- Jessops Pan 100s, Expired 2006
- Chinon 6000 Electro Slide Projector
A concrete noise barrier protects neighbours from the cacophony of the street in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada.
Unfortunately, you can see a gentle scratch that was picked up on the scan of the film. I hate to squeegee my film after processing, since I very frequently damage the film. However, I always seem to keep making the same mistakes anyway. Old habits die hard.
Check out an album containing more of my photos shot in 2018.
Asahi Pentax Spotmatic 1
Asahi Takumar f4 300 mm lens
Manfrotto tripod and ball head.
Metered with a Sekonic L-358.
135 format Ilford FP4 Plus 125 ISO film.
Scanned using a Nikon Super CoolScan 9000 ED with the FH-835S 35mm strip film tray.
People strive all their lives to love and be loved, but the truth is, love hurts. The deeper the love, the deeper the sense of loss when it ends, for whatever reason.
My precious cat, Squeegee, is nearing the end of his life. Today, I'm bringing him to see Dr. Shroyer to determine if there is anything left that can be done to help him, or if I should put him to sleep. It's a decision I don't want to make, but will, if the vet says he thinks he's suffering. If not, I will try to let him pass on his own. It won't be long, either way, barring some miracle, which I have been hoping for, but which hasn't come. Honestly, I'm surprised he's made it this long. I am unbelievably grateful for the time I've had with him.
Many of you know the story of Squeegee. I took him in as a stray and about a year later, he almost died. I fought to save his life then, and every single day I've had with him has been precious to me. I have to admit, it's probably the only relationship I did right, in that I have really cherished him and appreciated him.
Squeeks repaid me by alerting me to impending migraines for years, so that I could stop them in time to be able to avoid excruciating pain and go to work. He was as much of a lifesaver for me as I was for him. Still, he couldn't prevent every migraine, and I can't keep him from getting old and dying. So one of these days- maybe today- I will lose him and it's going to hurt. I've already cried a million tears inside and ached knowing I would lose him. It's part of life, but it's the part I hate the most. Even knowing that love that strong MUST somehow be eternal, and that God will certainly reunite us eventually doesn't dull the pain of loss much. I love Squeeks like a person. Though I've loved all my pets, few have been this dear to me, and I doubt any ever will be again.
Please keep both of us in your prayers, and Barrymore, my other cat, too. More-More has known Squeegee his whole life and is very upset about things. I can tell he knows because if Squeegee doesn't eat, HE doesn't eat. When I cry, he looks depressed. He senses something is very wrong, and I know he's going to miss his brother. He doesn't like the new kittens at all, and I think he'll resent them even more once Squeegee is gone. Just pray I have the strength to do what I need to do. If he has to go down, I will be doing it by Monday.
Sorry for going on about this. I guess that's what we do when things mean this much to us.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one of those homeless guys with a bucket of dirty water and a squeegee, waiting at a traffic light to clean windshields, whether the driver wanted it cleaned or not.
I thought of them when I saw this.
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Drawing Everyday in May, #5 - scissors.
I got tired of trying to squeegee out paint from my small watercolor kit with half-pans, so I filled a couple of folding plastic ones that I have with bigger well. :)
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I really like this shot, I just wish I had a squeegee ;-)
Taken around the corner from the same cafe.
A garden snail makes his way along the path in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada. I believe this is a white-lipped snail (cepaea hortensis). They are quite common in our area and once we even kept a few as pets in a terrarium for about year. This was my first attempt to use some extension tubes that I acquired. I really had no idea how to adjust the exposure and the cell in the camera was dead. This is my second best shot from several attempts. I was not taking notes that day, but I believe that I just the #3 extension tube under a 50 mm lens.
One day in June, I decided to load up a couple of old cameras with some 135 format, black and white, film. One was a Nikon FTn with a 35 mm lens that I gave to me daughters. They are seven and nine years old, and were interested in learning some photography. I loaded a Spotmatic 1 for myself. I planned to shoot the whole roll with a 300 mm lens, but some of the shots were taken with other lenses.
Unfortunately, you can see a gentle scratch that was picked up on the scan of the film. I hate to squeegee my film after processing, since I very frequently damage the film. However, I always seem to keep making the same mistakes anyway. Old habits die hard.
Check out an album containing more of my photos shot in 2018.
Asahi Pentax Spotmatic 1
Asahi Takumar f1.4 50 mm lens
Extension tube
Manfrotto tripod and ball head.
Metered with a Sekonic L-358.
135 format Ilford FP4 Plus 125 ISO film.
Scanned using a Nikon Super CoolScan 9000 ED with the FH-835S 35mm strip film tray.
People go for a leisurely walk along a path in the hydrocut in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada.
One day in June, I decided to load up a couple of old cameras with some 135 format, black and white, film. One was a Nikon FTn with a 35 mm lens that I gave to me daughters. They are seven and nine years old, and were interested in learning some photography. I loaded a Spotmatic 1 for myself. I planned to shoot the whole roll with a 300 mm lens, but some of the shots were taken with other lenses.
Unfortunately, you can see a gentle scratch that was picked up on the scan of the film. I hate to squeegee my film after processing, since I very frequently damage the film. However, I always seem to keep making the same mistakes anyway. Old habits die hard.
Check out an album containing more of my photos shot in 2018.
Asahi Pentax Spotmatic 1
Asahi Takumar f4 300 mm lens
Manfrotto tripod and ball head.
Metered with a Sekonic L-358.
135 format Ilford FP4 Plus 125 ISO film.
Scanned using a Nikon Super CoolScan 9000 ED with the FH-835S 35mm strip film tray.
A long exposure captures distant cars moving through an intersection as the backdrop to a fire hydrant. Shot in in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada. This was the only shot of three attempts to turn out. In the other shots, it appears as though the camera moved vertically. I wonder if it is a mirror shake issue?
Unfortunately, you can see a gentle scratch that was picked up on the scan of the film. I hate to squeegee my film after processing, since I very frequently damage the film. However, I always seem to keep making the same mistakes anyway. Old habits die hard.
Check out an album containing more of my photos shot in 2018.
Asahi Pentax Spotmatic 1
Asahi Takumar f4 300 mm lens
Manfrotto tripod and ball head.
Metered with a Sekonic L-358.
135 format Ilford FP4 Plus 125 ISO film.
Scanned using a Nikon Super CoolScan 9000 ED with the FH-835S 35mm strip film tray.
This is Ragnar, one of my twin kitties, who is the newest addition to my household. Rags and his sister, Freja, came to live with me just before Squeegee died last year, and they are already 1 1/2 years old, though they still act like kittens, and I still tend to refer to them as such!
This is the next generation of life in the Crowley household. Since the hurricane, and Barrymore's death, they have the run of the house, and are enjoying their new found freedom, while driving me a little nuts! It's done them good, though, and I can see that though they have their wildcat moments, they are settling in better now. Before, Ragnar would attack Barrymore ruthlessly out of jealousy, and I had to keep him in my bedroom all day to protect More-More. He's king of the roost now, and both he and Freja are loving it!
Another from my day hike round Edale and Hope Valley. This is the top of the footpath that leads down Jacob's Ladder towards Edale.
There's a reason this place is such a tourist hotspot - the landscape is just incredible. Kudos to the one hiker who stood in one place long enough to register on the negative!
It's an infra-red image made on Adox HR-50 and printed on Ilford MG-V 8x10 and scanned. Annoyingly when I was squeegeing the negatives the roll came out of the clip I hung it up with and fell on the carpet, so cleaning hairs off the neg has been fun...
...this 'perspective'.. this corner... is ALL about who you are, what you see, what you look at... and how.
Barrymore passed away last year and it is still hard not to say his name when I call my kitties. He was a part of my life from the time he was a kitten, and those beautiful blues looked up at me every day for 16 years.
Many of the photos I took of Barrymore had to be post processed because his eyes rarely photographed as blue as they looked in person. Sometimes they would almost look white. When he was in his final year, the blue was gone, replaced by a yellowish haze.
On the day my Barrymore was put to sleep, I looked into his eyes for the last time- no longer blue in life, but only in memory. Suddenly, as he was "leaving", for a split second, they turned blue one last time! It was almost as if he was saying goodbye. It's something I will never forget.
The reason I got into digital photography was because of my precious kitties. I had lost a couple, Brat, before he was even a year old to feline leukemia, and Noelle, as an old girl of about 17 or 18. I have no good pictures of Noelle's pretty green eyes, and no pics at all of Brat. When Squeegee and Barrymore came into my life, I vowed I'd take tons of photos of them so I could always look into their eyes.
Three small mushrooms grow out of a crack in a fallen tree trunk in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada.
I used diopters on a 50 mm lens to get this shot, but unfortunately, I was not taking notes that day, and did not write down specific one I used. Also vampiric mosquitoes were eating me alive.
Unfortunately, you can see a gentle scratch that was picked up on the scan of the film. I hate to squeegee my film after processing, since I very frequently damage the film. However, I always seem to keep making the same mistakes anyway. Old habits die hard.
Check out an album containing more of my photos shot in 2018.
Asahi Pentax Spotmatic 1
Asahi Takumar 50mm f1.4 lens
DIA 49 mm ring size diopters
Manfrotto tripod and ball head.
Metered with a Sekonic L-358.
135 format Ilford FP4 Plus 125 ISO film.
Scanned using a Nikon Super CoolScan 9000 ED with the FH-835S 35mm strip film tray.
Matte Albumen on Hahnemühle Platinum Rag 8x10".
1:1 mixture of traditional albumen and arrowroot/salt solution. Applied with the total immersion/squeegee technic according to James. Double coating with 15% Silver Nitrate.
Toned in Thiourea-Gold and fixed in 15% Hypo.
Digital negative from Midsummer 2011 (Canon 7D, 10-22 mm lens), scene from the Väner island Torrholmen, 30 sec exposure. Single layer of UV-blocking colour. Exposed 6 min in UV box.
Soft and flat...
Squeeks and Barrymore look positively wicked in this shot! They were actually being good boys, though, but it doesn't last long!
I sit right next to this window when I am on my computer, and I picture my two kitties being next to me. It's been 8 months since Barrymore passed, and 20 months since Squeegee has been gone. It seems like they are still here sometimes, and others, it seems like forever. Anyone who has lost a pet or loved one knows those feelings.
I had these kitties longer than most of the pets I've had in my life. Barrymore was a kitten when I brought him home, and he was 16 when he died. Squeeks was about a year old when I adopted him. He lived to be about 18. Both had significant medical issues during their lives, and it was simply the grace of God that let me have them for so long. I almost lost Squeegee when he was 2. I think the bond that formed with them both because of that made losing them so deeply painful. I was their "Mom". There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss them. Not a day that I don't hurt. If there is a Rainbow Bridge, I hope they are waiting for me.
This was Noelle, my beautiful Christmas kitty. Noelle adopted me right before Christmas in the late 1980's. i took her home to get her out of the rain one night, and ended up keeping her. She found me, and would only come to me out of all the other people who were around the pizzeria where I worked and saw her for the first time. She was with me for many years. I believe she died in January of 2002. Though I didn't know how old she was when I took her in, the vet guessed between 1-2 years. She was about 17 or so when she passed, maybe 18. I still miss her! I used to call her "Jelly Belly", and I swear, she seemed to get mad at me every time I said it! She was a smart little thing.
When I got into photography, it was really because of Noelle. I have only really grainy, bad quality photos of her, and only a small handful of them. The one thing about Noelle that was striking, aside from her adorable, Persian-like face, was that she had the most gorgeous green eyes you ever saw, and they were so big in relation to her tiny face! I don't have one single good shot of those beautiful eyes, and it just kills me. After I got Squeegee and Barrymore, I realized the same would happen with them if I didn't start taking better shots! I bought my first little point and shoot digital in about 2006, and took hundreds of shots of the boys! So, when they both passed, I still can look into their eyes and it's almost like having them there. I really wish I had that with Noelle. She was such a good girl!
I always felt that we were Christmas presents to each other. Noelle made it no secret that I was her person, and would get downright huffy if I didn't pay homage to her! My only real Christmas kitty is now a memory, and though I tried to salvage her photo, it doesn't do her any justice. I am so glad that all future pets will be "imortalized" a lot better!
Sorry for the crummy quality, Folks. It means just as much to me as if it were a good shot, but I know it does nothing for you! If nothing else, appreciate that you, too, can do much better with the photos of your loved ones and pets now, too. These memories are too precious to be archived with the awful cameras of the past. Even my worst P&S digital would do better than this 35mm did. Fortunately, no one can take Noelle's memory from me. She is as beautiful in it as she should be in this pic....
Without digital this ‘exptra’, extra exposure, may not have been tried, if it had been taken then it would have either seen me dancing in the lights of an enlarger fluttering and flittering like a Dark Room Moth adding and taking away light-fall on the sensitive medium before waiting for the baths and rollers and squeegees and pegs and drying cabinets to do their works, or me not dancing as I looked at the ‘exptra’ and in the deep dark of the little illuminated scene seen a mirror image of my defeat, of all of my defeats and decided not to use that face full on defeat reflection and projection for any further editing and for that exposure to stay in the back a drawer to be cleared out never.
Instead I saw a dark original digital exposure and whilst fitting too many coffee beans into my body via a cup I tried a few settings, I took a few paths and returned a few routes to see what was possible and to find out what I liked best with myself on trial and error as Adobe Photoshop Juried and Judged me accordingly all whilst seated in the light without a chemical whiff, with out a lingering sniff I made edits and remembered other times less full of seeing and testing what if?
I ail, I rail, I fail and something somehow finds a way to prevail. I have nothing special in me just a desire for photography. Just an idea that to look is not to see and that in defeat by light we can conjure another sight to wonder what is available if first we use tripod and remote cable.
Scenery by The Pentland Hills, Regional Park. If you could see a reflection in this image then you would see Upperside Limekiln, South At Gladhouse Midlothian Scotland. Without a Post Processing Reflection Mirror App you are able to see the Limekiln in person, or via it’s many outpourings on to the internet including some from myself and many more by more talented people.
© PHH Sykes 2023
phhsykes@gmail.com
Pentland Hills. The Regional Park...
Canmore - Upperside Limekiln, South
My greatest nightmare--a minimum wage job, armed with nothing but a bottle of Windex and a squeegee.
San Francisco CA
Today's time travel tale began very early this morning, I was feeling in the mood to escape this tropical volcanic planet I've called home for many years, On star maps it's known as Budahunga, last planet at the end of the galaxy. When i want to get away, I found a cave a few weeks ago, with a large trunk full of exotic colognes, perfumes and a big bottle of Rum. When I take a drink of Rum, and splash one of the cologness on my face, I get dizzy, and I'm sucked into a fog, then transport to another time, another place, usually not longer than an hour, before I get sucked into the vortex cloud. This morning I sat next the chest, I looked in selected a nice looking bottle, no marking but looked industrial. I took a sip of the Rum, opened the cologne, it had a strong clean ammonia aroma, I had come this far, so I splashed some on my face. At first no reaction, I began to walk toward the cave opening, just then I was swallowed up by a blue swirling cloud. When I regained my senses, I was terrified, I looked down, never look down when your. 80 stories up in a window washer harness, hanging by a rope. When I started breathing again, I heard people yelling from down below, jump, jump, I looked down at the crowd that had gathered they Looked smaller than ants, they were chanting louder, the crowds were filling the street. Just then I noticed a Golden Squeegee, as soon as I grabbed it, I was swallowed by the spinning blue cloud, and I returned to my cave holding the Gold squeegee. I'm sure the crowds in the street were disappointed, until next time.
My two, new kittens, Ragnar and Freja, are as cute as they can be. Ragnar, or "Rags" for short, was named after a character on one of my favorite shows, "Vikings". Ragnar seems to have several meanings from counselor, to warrior from the gods. One site said it meant "guardian". I thought that was good, since my old kitty, Squeegee, who is nearing the end of his little life, was in a way my guardian for years, alerting me to impending migraines so I could take my meds and avoid the pain. It would be nice if Ragnar had the same ability!
Freja, who is very hard to get to sit still long enough to get a great shot, is smaller, and slightly paler. She is a talker, and mews all the time. She also has about the loudest purr in recorded history, so when she's by my head, no sleeping happens! Rags is quieter, and a little calmer until she gets him going, which usually starts now about 7:30 AM! Rags is a cuddler, and while freja loves to be pet and wants tons of attention, he is the one who is the lap cat type. Freja is the huntress. Both have bonded nicely with me, and I just adore them! They are both learning commands, and they both answer to their names and (sometimes) come when called! (Not bad for a week's work, considering they are alone much of the time when I'm at work!) They are definitely smarties, though I've yet to be able to get them to grasp the concept of what's off limits! I regularly find my clothes strewn on top of their food or water bowls. Yuk.
In this shot, Ragnar looks almost like a full grown cat. He's very small, though, and only 5-6 months old. They seem to have already grown since they've been in my house, and may not end up as tiny as I thought! I guess I tend to grow big kitties, but they are both very much kittens, and we have several months of sleepless nights, early mornings and pouncing me awake to go before they settle down some! Color me TIRED. :-)
They say children look like angels when they're sleeping, but I think pets do, too! Squeegee is my oldest kitty. At 16 or 17, he is still my baby, even though he is a bit of a brat. A natural instigator, Squeeks knows how to instigate and needle his brother, Barrymore. Like a human child, though, this kitty looks as angelic as it gets while he dozes.
American's N810AN gets a wipe-down.
American Airlines Boeing 787-8 (N810AN)
cn: 40628/339
Built in 2015
Gas station outing video! Adrenaline was high making this one. I didn't want to mess with credit cards and pumping gas in case I needed to make a quick exit. The solution was to grab the squeegee and proceed to wash my windows. The challenge was keeping my hosed feet in the shot while appearing attentive to the windows. As you will see, this strategy worked great and I've used it again since then. Stay tuned!
Eaton Centre, Toronto, 2014
Kentmere 400 > Kodak TMax Pro Developer > White Vinegar > Ilford Rapid Fixer
Lesson Learned: Never use a squeegee
It was a hard day today; a kind of double whammy for me. It was both the first anniversary of Squeegee's passing, and the day I had to pick Barrymore's remains up from the vet. It hit me hard, and I took a drive up to where my mother's ashes were scattered to spend time near her, too. I found the park in a shambles- messed up terribly by Hurricane Matthew. It seems that storm is never going to be done harming my family in some way. Last week, Barrymore died because of the stress of evacuating before it hit, and this week, the beautiful, pristine place I chose for my mother to rest was devastated by it. Beautiful trees were down, flower beds had no sign of flowers, and even the bamboo was strewn around. Great, heaping piles of debris were waiting for pick up. Everything seemed changed. I sat down on a bench, sadly contemplating the day, and missing my mom, wishing I had kept her ashes with me instead of in a place that didn't stay as beautiful as I'd thought it always would.
I have lost three cats and my mother in the last 8 years. That's too much loss for me. Perhaps now, there won't be any more loss for a while.
The cremation company did a beautiful job of honoring my last two kitties. The box I chose for Barrymore was so large that I could actually place all of them in it. More-More's paw print is on it under glass, and there is a little frame for a photo. I want to try to choose one that has all three of them in it. I still love them all and will always miss them, just like family.
This was Squeegee about 2 1/2 years before he died. When I look in those eyes now, it's like he's still here. How I wish he was. How I wish they ALL were. Some things never change. Love is one of them.
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Here is a little video on how I did the flash photography with Canon Speedlites while dropping items into a tank of water.
With a white background, I used a Canon Speedlite 580ex II on the left and right of the fish tank with water. They were set to manual 1/128sec.
I had a Canon Speedlite 430ex ii on a chair behind the fish tank pointing towards the white background so it would come out pure white. This was set to manual 1/64th of a second (I would of done 1/128 but the 430ex ii can only go down to 1/64). You want to go 1/128 so it freezes the splash mid air.
I also used another Canon Speedlite 430ex II in front of the tank at a 45 degree angle to fill the shadows on the front of the object your dropping. This one isn't totally necessary cause you can angle the side flashes a little to help hit the front of the object, but I had the flash available and I liked the results better when using it.
I only had to squeegee the tank splashes once every 10 or so drops when using white cause its really easy to remove the spots in Lightroom with the exposure brush. But on the black background, it was a totally different story. I had to squeegee every single time or the spots on the side of the tank would appear as bright as day in your photo, making it much harder to remove them in post. I bought a squeegee from WalMart for $1.50, and cut the handle off (since otherwise the handle would hit the end of the tank before I was done wiping it off). With a black background, you dont need to flash the backdrop. But I found that the top of the splash (above the waterline) was not bright enough in the photo, so I used the flash that used to be for the backdrop, and put it on a light stand pointing down into the tank to flash the water splashing up. Pretty much, in both cases (white and black), I used 4 flashes. You could really get away with less, but I had the flashes so why not use em.
I used simple wireless triggers for the flashes since Canon's infrared tends to have issues. (especially since one of the flashes is not in the line of sight with the camera). I used PT-04 Wireless Flash Triggers found on eBay, they're pretty cheap, I got 5 receivers and a transmitter for $79 (I bought the dual hot shoe triggers). I also like using the wireless triggers so I don't have to waste using a 580ex ii to trigger the other flashes. I also have a Canon 7D which I could of used to trigger the flashes, but like I said, the flash behind the tank is not in the line of sight with the camera so infrared isn't really a great option. The _only_ disadvantage of buying the cheaper flash triggers on eBay is that you lose ETTL functions from the camera. Using Canons built in wireless functions is great when you need to constantly change the flash ratios and exposures like in a portrait studio setup, but to keep ETTL while going with radio wireless triggers, you'll have to spend $220 each for a PocketWizard or Radio Popper. The ones on eBay that don't support TTL is just fine when you are running everything manual.
I had the camera tethered to Lightroom 3 (Beta 2) so I could see if the shot was perfect. I used the Lilliput 7" HDMI monitor (you can buy these on eBay for a little more than $200) tethered to the 5D Mark II with an HDMI to Mini HDMI cable. The reason I have both a computer and a monitor is because it tends to take too long for the image to appear on the computer before I'm ready to take the next photo. Sometimes I'll even shoot over and over without using the squeegee just to see if I get a good shot in those takes, the problem is when I do that, it takes a long time for the computer to catch up. With the LCD monitor, I can preview the shot to see if its acceptable or not, if it isn't, immediately take another photo. If it looks good, then I check the computer (after the couple more seconds it takes to catch up) to see if the photo is perfect.
Make sure the camera is set to manual focus, and focus it to the dead center of the tank (you'll probably need 2 people to focus, one person to stick their hand in the middle of the tank, and the other person sets the focus. I had the 5D Mark II set to 100mm, f/13, ISO 125, 200/sec.
A mushroom grows on a tree trunk in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada.
Unfortunately, you can see a gentle scratch that was picked up on the scan of the film. I hate to squeegee my film after processing, since I very frequently damage the film. However, I always seem to keep making the same mistakes anyway. Old habits die hard. The film also got a little dusty.
Check out an album containing more of my photos shot in 2018.
Asahi Pentax Spotmatic 1
Asahi Takumar f4 300 mm lens
Manfrotto tripod and ball head.
Metered with a Sekonic L-358.
135 format Ilford FP4 Plus 125 ISO film.
Scanned using a Nikon Super CoolScan 9000 ED with the FH-835S 35mm strip film tray.
Pets make such an impact on our lives. Both of these are gone now. Tigger, on the top, and Squeegee, were two of my all time favorite pets.
Tigger was a bit of a mystery. He had lived at Sugar Mill Gardens for many years before I "met" him. I went there to see him, not the gardens, because a friend here on Flickr had told me about him. I didn't know it, but that fist encounter on New Year's Day 2008 would be the start of an almost 5 year relationship with this precious cat.
Tigger was the unofficial mascot of the gardens for years. As the story goes, his owner, an elderly lady, passed away and left him to her very young grand daughter. I was told that they had scattered her ashes in the gardens. Tigger began escaping from his home down the street every day, and eventually, when the family moved, they decided to leave him in the care of the volunteers, thinking that's where he wanted to be.
For years Tigger ruled the roost, and greeted everyone who came in. He was known by many names, and people would affectionately call him what they felt was appropriate. His original name had been Jack! The staff dubbed him Tigger, so that's what I called him.
After 8 months, I brought Tigger home to live with me, and cared for him until shortly after this photo was taken, when he had to be put down because of lymphoma on Dec. 24, 2012. My friend, Susan, who had told me about him, and loved him dearly but couldn't have him due to severe cat allergies, was with me when Tig breathed his last. We both cried bitterly.
Squeegee was my oldest kitty. I'd had him for about 17 years when he went down, which would have made him about 18 years old. He was my special pet, ever vigilant to alert me to impending migraines, or problems with the other cats. Squeeks was the most perceptive, intuitive animal I'd ever known. He would talk to me, and answer back! Tig did the same, but not quite as much. Squeeks was put down when he began to completely succumb to kidney failure on Oct. 19, 2015.
Both of these kitties were special to me. They rate on the top of my list of special pet loved ones. I miss them as if they were human. It is nice being able to look at them in pics like this. It's almost like they're there. These two were friends, and hung out quite close. In this pic, Squeegee was definitely sensing something wrong, and he remained near Tigger. That day, Tig looked out the window a lot. It was as if he was taking it in one last time. I thought this was the day before he died, but the camera's info is saying 2 days. In either case, it was close to the end, and he knew it. I bugged him getting these last shots. He wasn't a cuddler, so this was my way of coping.
Now, both Tigger, Squeegee, and my other old kitty, Barrymore are gone. They left a huge void, but I have two twins, Ragnar and Freja, who have livened up my household and keep me busy! Rags is a lap cat, and Freja is talky but not cuddly. They're orange kitties, too, and adorable! it's about time for more pics of them!
AI Overview (Google A.I.)
The photographer you are asking about is Arthur Fellig, widely known as Weegee (not "Squeegee"), who earned his nickname from his past job as a "squeegee boy" or from the phonetically similar Ouija board, due to his uncanny ability to arrive at crime scenes before the police. He was famous for his gritty, black-and-white street photography capturing New York City's crime, disasters, and nightlife in the 1930s and 40s.
Who was Weegee?
Real Name: Arthur (originally Usher) Fellig.
Origin: Born in 1899 in Galicia (then part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire), he immigrated to New York with his family in 1910.
Career: He began his career in darkrooms and as a freelance photographer before becoming known for his crime scene photography, a career he boldly pursued after quitting his darkroom job in 1935.
Why "Weegee"?
"Squeegee" Connection: The name is a phonetic play on "squeegee," which refers to his earlier work in a darkroom assisting with photo processing.