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It is Early Sunday Morning and You are Driving to the Convenience Store to get your Newspaper. You Hardly Believe What You See at the Traffic Light. BoobieKat is Struggling for Money and Decided to Stand There, Offering Drivers to Squeegee Their Windows. You Cannot Refuse This Offer and Look Closely at These Magnificent Boobs. Nobody is Around so BoobieKat Offers You Her Special Cleaning Job. Now come on do not be cheap... Give her a coin!
From my personal Collection. Tintype, also melainotype and ferrotype, is a photograh made by creating a direct positive on a sheet of metal, usually iron or steel that is blackened by painting, laquering or enamelling and is used as a support for a collodion photographic emulsion.
Photographers usually worked outside at fairs, carnivals etc. and as the support of the tintype (there is no actual tin used) is resilient and does not need drying, instant photographs can be produced only a few minutes after taking the photograph.
An ambrotype uses the same process and methods on a sheet of glass that is mounted in a case with a black backing so the underexposed negative image appears as a positive. Tintypes did not need mounting in a case and were not as delicate as photographs that use glass for the support.
The process was identical to the wet plate process, where collodion is employed to produce a photographic emulsion where silver halide crystals (silver bromide, silver chloride and silver iodide) are suspended in the collodion, and are chemically reduced to crystals of metallic silver that vary in density according to the original light values of the original image.
When a photographic negative image on film or plate is very underexposed, it appears as a positive when viewed against a dark background. This is the basis of the process: a very underexposed image is produced on a collodion photographic emulsion on a dark metal backing; thus viewed the image appears as a positive. The fact that an underexposed image is required means that the effective film speed is increased and shorter exposures can be used, which is a great advantage in portraiture.
The process was first described by Adolphe-Alexandre Martin in France in 1853, and patented in the United States on February 19, 1856 by Hamilton Smith, professor at Kenyon College, in Ohio William Kloen also patented the process in the United Kingdom in the same year. It was first called melainotype, and then ferrotype (by a rival manufacturer of the iron plates used); finally came the name tintype. All three names describe both the process and the resulting photograph.
The ambrotype was the first wet-plate collodion process, invented by Frederick Scott Archer in 1851 and introduced in the United States by James Ambrose Cutting in 1854.
While the ambrotype remained very popular in the rest of the world, the tintype process had superseded the ambrotype in the United States by the end of the Civil War. It became the most common photographic process until the introduction of modern, gelatin-based processes and the invention of the reloadable amateur camera by the Kodak company. Ferrotypes had waned in popularity by the end of the 19th century, although a few makers were still around as late as the 1950s and the images are still made as novelties at some European carnivals.
The tintype was a minor improvement to the ambrotype, replacing the glass plate of the original process with a thin piece of black-enameled, or japanned, iron (hence ferro). The new materials reduced costs considerably; and the image, in gelatin-silver emulsion on the varnished surface, has proven to be very durable. Like that of the ambrotype, the tintype's image is technically negative; but, because of the black background, it appears as a positive. Since the tintype 'film' was the same as the final print, most tintype images appear reversed (left to right) from reality. Some cameras were fitted with mirrors or a 45-degree prism to reverse (and thus correct) the image, while some photographers would photograph the reversed tintype to produce a properly oriented image.
Tintypes are simple and fast to prepare, compared to other early photographic techniques. A photographer could prepare, expose, develop, and varnish a tintype plate in a few minutes, quickly having it ready for a customer. Earlier tintypes were often cased, as were daguerreotypes and ambrotypes; but uncased images in paper sleeves and for albums were popular from the beginning.
Ferrotyping is a finishing treatment applied to glossy photo paper to bring out its reflective properties. Newly developed, still-wet photographic prints and enlargements that have been made on glossy paper are Squeegeed onto a polished metal plate called a ferrotyping plate. When these are later peeled off the plate, they retain a highly reflective gloss.
Please continue to keep Squeegee in your thoughts and prayers, as he is still having a difficult time walking and though he is hanging in there, if the discomfort becomes disability or pain, I will have to put him down. At 18, Squeeks is a fighter, and still shows some spunk.
I will be adopting a couple of younger kittens- about 5 months old. They look a lot like him, and they are brother and sister. The female is a talker like Squeegee, and the male looks more like him. She has a stubby tail. They are both cute as buttons, and I'm hoping that Squeeks will perk up around them and that Barrymore won't hate them. He's very jealous of my attentions! I could use some prayers in that department, too! The kittens will give More-More some company once Squeeks is gone. He would be all alone for most of the day without him, and he's never been alone before. I think this will be a win win for us all. I will pick them up from the vet on Tuesday!
Meanwhile, my oldest baby remains my all time favorite kitty. It's hard to imagine him not being there. Hopefully, he won't go too soon...
As a wearer of spectacles for most of my life, I am cognizant of the need to keep the lenses clean. This squeegee comes in most handy.
Freja is my little Manx female kitten. She is feisty, but also about as sweet as can be. She and Ragnar, he brother, were found in a feral colony in Port Orange. Someone rescued them and brought them to my vet to be fixed. Had I not adopted them, they were to be returned to the colony to live out their lives.
When I got the kittens a few days before this pic was taken back in September of 2015, they were about 6 months old. I hadn't planned to take in ANY pets, as at that time, Squeegee, my all time favorite fur baby was dying, and I expected to just have Barrymore until he passed, too, but when I saw them, I knew. They were mine!
Kittens are a challenge. Most mornings, my bed (and I) becomes a steeple chase, as they leap over, and sometimes ON me, exuding their kitten-like energy! Training a kitten to mind is pretty easy if it's only one. They grow attached to you and want to please, but TWO? Not so much. They look to each other for permission to be brats! I love them to pieces, though, and while I can't wait for them to grow up so I can have a rest, I am enjoying watching the process!
I am still trying to catch up on a ton of editing. I'll be off from commenting for the most part for another couple of weeks at least. This week is the big Presidents Day sale where I work, which is one of the biggest of the year in the mattress industry, so I won't have much time for either commenting OR working on pics. I'll be catching up with everyone some time after that! Hugs...
I'm a cat mom. Women like me are those who couldn't have children, but who still have that maternal nature that needs to mother someone. For us, our "children" are our pets. We form close bonds and consider the animals family members. While most people love animals, we relate to ours as if they were our kids, only OUR kids die young and we lose many in a lifetime.
Squeegee came into my life in 1998. I had been getting very attached to a stray I called Mr. Bill, who hung around the place I worked. I began feeding him, and consequently, he started introducing me to his whole family! Mr. Bill was always getting into fights, and one time was really injured severely, so I rushed him to a vet to stitch him up and get some antibiotics in him. I decided to adopt him, but he had feline AIDS, and I couldn't because I had another kitty at home who would be infected. So, I found a home for him, and decided to adopt Squeegee, Mr. Bill's son, instead!
Squeeks got his name from my mother, who said he sounded like a squeegee! He didn't meow, he just let out these high pitched squeaks! He soon became a very vocal part of our household. Squeegee would even alert me to when I was getting a migraine, by howling and squeeking until I got up and took my medication, and then he'd go back to sleep! He kept me from missing work a lot, because as most migraine sufferers know, if you don't stop one in the early stages, you'll have it all day! Usually, I'd be just in the nick of time, and would have a few hours to sleep before having to go to work.
At the age of two, Squeeks got deathly sick. All his organs were failing, and the vet just couldn't figure out why. I had to bring him to a special medical facility to try to get him diagnosed, and even they couldn't figure it out! All the tests cost more than I earned, but Squeegee had saved me from so much pain, I wanted to save him back, so I put everything I had into saving him, and he recovered! He was an expensive proposition, but I never once regretted what I spent to save his life.
This pic was taken a little over two years before Squeegee passed away. He was already an old boy of about sixteen in this shot! I was blessed to have my Squeeks for 17 years. He was, is and probably always will be my favorite, and my missing him knows no bounds. He was my baby. I felt like I lost a part of me when he died. Sometimes, though, I can almost sense him, as if he's right there but I can't touch him. In those moments, the longing is ever greater. The pain dulls with time, but it runs deep and will never be gone. The children of a childless mother still mean everything to her, though it's hard for some people to understand.
When I post about my kitties that have passed, it is because in this way, they are still very much alive to me. Like any mother, I wouldn't want my "children" to be forgotten. It isn't sadness that posts here; it's love. I'm grateful for the love I still have for my Squeegee.
I reworked this image a bit, trying to remove some of the noise. Unfortunately, after a computer crash a while back, I lost the originals of many of my shots, and some of my edits brought out too much noise. Post processing is a learned skill, and like any art, takes time to master, and as new programs become available, or I learn new techniques, some of these older images can be improved.
Barrymore is the least photogenic of my cats, owing to his very dark face. I have to use an HDR process to bring up detail, which unfortunately brings up even more noise. Lightening the shots only washes him out! I think you can see how sweet he is here, though.
I am glad I captured some good shots of More-More when he was younger. His eyes are no longer blue, a result of aging, so now the only time I'll see those baby blues of his is in the memories of the photos I took in the past. At 15, he is no longer the gorgeous cat he once was, but he is even sweeter and more cuddly now than when he was young. In fact, Barrymore is hard pressed to STAY OFF my lap!
Rags and Freja are lucky. When my Siamese mix was young, he was ruthless to other cats! He loved people, and would never ever bite or claw them, but he pretty much made minced meat out of Squeegee for years, and poor Squeeks was too dumb to stop antagonizing him! Now, with only one not so good fang left, More-More won't even challenge the young ones when they push him around, and I have to be his defender! He's my oldest now that Squeegee's gone, but he's still my baby.
These are some images I took starting in September, 2009 as I built my wooden kayak from a kit from Pygmy Boats in Port Townsend, Washington. To my surprise, the kit for the 13.5 ft Pinguino kayak arrived in a 7 ft box. The first step (not shown) is to learn how to butt-join precut thin plywood pieces with fiberglass and epoxy resin so that they were now roughly 13.5 ft long. The first image shows the pieces being fitted to forms and then “stiched” with wire through holes I had drilled as instructed. After the lower hull was all in place, it was flipped over and epoxy resin was applied to the seams (see top right ). After overnight. the wires are removed and I used a #10 wood scraper and sanding to remove excess resin. A sealer coat of epoxy was applied with a roller and brush. I had never done this and it had to be done fairly quickly in several batches. I worried but it all went well. The lower left shows the light fiberglass draped. The right shows me using a plastic squeegee to remove excess epoxy resin from the saturating coat applied with a roller. ((more images follow)
Meet Barry Thompson - a man who claims he didn’t choose the window-washing life… the windows chose him.
Once a mime in a Paris street troupe, Barry found his true talent wasn’t pretending to clean invisible glass; it was actually cleaning the real stuff, 40 stories up. He speaks fluent streak, reads reflections like tea leaves, and insists each window “has a soul.”
His green bucket, The Scrubbler, bears cryptic stickers and legend says it holds more secrets than soap.
You don’t hire Barry. He arrives when the glass is ready.
May 22, 2025 • Calgary, Alberta
Museum info:
This unusual vehicle has always generated instant appeal, both to vehicle enthusiasts and those seeing historic commercial vehicles for the first time. The wide brush suspended beneath a motor tricycle and topped with a 'sentry box' for the driver forms a striking impression. The vehicle was much appreciated by road users in an age when horse-drawn transport was still making its mark on the highways and byways of Britain.
This street cleaner was designed by J. S. Drewry in 1912. About 400 road-sweeping machines were supplied to municipal authorities in this country and around the world. A large water tank is incorporated to enable the vehicle to give the road a wash and a scrub. The brush could be exchanged for a scraper, squeegee or snowplough.
This particular machine was in use with Motherwell and Wishaw Council in Scotland from 1920 until 1952. The engine, gearbox and major mechanical components are all the original parts, having been carefully maintained over the years, avoiding the need for much restoration beyond paintwork and polish. This sweeper has taken part in the H.C.V.S. London to Brighton Run, winning many Concours d'Elegance over the years for the pristine condition in which it has been maintained.
Make: Lacre, Letchworth, Hertfordshire
Weight: 1 ton, 13c.w.t.
Length: 12' 2"
Width: 8' 2½" with brush, 6' 1" with brush removed
Height: 7' 6½"
Seating: driver only
Payload: none except 100-gallon water tank. Water sprayed at 20 p.s.i.
Engine: four-cylinder, 15h.p.
One of the earliest engines manufactured by J. Dorman of Wolverhampton. It has scoop and splash lubrication for the big end and main bearings. The pushrods operate outside the crank case and the overhead-valve mechanism is lubricated by wick feed. The original MCL magneto is fitted. Unpressurised water cooling system to radiator.
Transmission:
The clutch is a leather-faced cone type. The gearbox provides two forward and one reverse gear, resulting in an operating speed of between 5 and 10m.p.h. Top speed is 12m.p.h. The final drive is by roller chain to the two closely-spaced rear wheels. The wheels are 34" cast iron with solid tyres (no air!). The brush is chain driven through its own gearbox.
Brakes:
Handbrake on rear wheel hub. Footbrake to rear transmission shaft.
Stondon Motor Museum
Lower Stondon, Beds.
Neobrutalist buildings in a gentrification zone.
A friend gave me a box with a few Polaroid slide films and a Power Processor.
The processor had some rusty rollers and stuck bearings but after some cleaning and a bit of grease it works well.
The films expired in May 1991.
I shot a roll of Polagraph 400 at 50 ISO (one stop per decade) in my T90 and set developing time to 3 instead of the specified 2 minutes.
The results are better than expected. The film seems to be lower contrast and actually yields some halftones.
As with all expired instant 35mm films the black layer sticks to the positive (slide) instead of the egative and has to removed manually.
It can be trubbed off under running water but that and the squeegeeing produces some scratches in the delicate emulsion.
If anyone knows a better way to remove the black layer please let me know.
Canon T90, FD 17mm F/4
Polaroid Polagraph 35mm Black and White Slide Film. High Contrast. HC135-12 ISO400, EXP MAY 1991
Shot and processed May 6, 2023
My oldest kitty, Squeegee, is near the end of his little life right now. Squeeks has been with me for about 17 years now, and is nearly 18 years old.
When I first saw Squeegee, he was one of several outdoor cats that lived behind the fabric store where I used to work. His father, a cat I called, Mr. Bill, because he would stand there and scream at me, was the one I initially fell in love with and was going to adopt, but when I brought him to the vet, it turned out he had feline AIDS, and I couldn't adopt him because I already had another cat, Noelle, and I couldn't risk infecting her. Brokenhearted, I brought him back to the store, but found him a home with a nurse whom he took to right away and who was devoted to making his life a happy one for as long as he had to live.
After Mr. Bill's diagnosis, I decided to adopt Squeegee instead. I brought him to the vet and found he didn't have AIDS, so I took him home. We quickly bonded, and he became a cherished part of my family right away.
Soon after adopting Squeeks, I noticed he would wake me up in the middle of the night, howling and squeeking, to the point of complete annoyance! It was so bad and he was so relentless, that I would resort to throwing pillows at him to try to make him stop! Putting him out did no good, since he would just wail outside the door until I woke up! It took a while, but I eventually realized that whenever he did it, I was in the throws of an oncoming migraine! Squeegee was, for all intents and purposes, becoming an anti-seizure cat, alerting me to the changes going on in my body as a migraine was taking hold in me! He wouldn't stop howling until I got up and took my medications, and then he would quiet down and go back to sleep.
Through the worst years of having migraines, Squeegee saved me from missing work and being in excruciating pain over and over, rarely missing a beat when it came to alerting me to the symptoms I was helpless to recognize while being in a deep sleep.
After I had Squeeks for about a year, he became deathly ill. No one knew why he was sick. All of his internal organs became enlarged and he went into kidney failure! I spent thousands to save him, and literally went into bankruptcy to try to find out what was wrong. We never did. Miraculously, though, Squeegee eventually recovered completely, and though he would have recurring infections and problems through the years, he has stayed relatively strong and healthy most of his life, although being on pain killers for problems no one could pinpoint, or understand. When Barrymore, my younger cat, developed diabetes, I was forced to wean Squeeks off the pain killers in order to afford the insulin which became increasingly expensive. Squeeks continued to do well, though, and has until this year.
The last month has been a bad one. Squeegee is weakening fast, despite appetite stimulants and pain killers, and seems to have developed severe arthritis in his back legs, making it very hard for him to walk and get up and down on furniture. Last night was particularly bad, and were it not for the fact that I'm going into a very busy Labor Day sale week at work, with extra hours and stress, I might have put him down today. The truth is, it's going to feel like putting a child down at this point, and I don't think I can deal with the upcoming week emotionally if I do. So, I'm asking those of you who pray to please pray that Squeegee remains as pain free as possible for as long as possible, and that at the very least, he would make it for no less than another week or two, in order that if necessary, I can take a couple of days off to grieve when he passes. I know I won't be able to work, and I absolutely have to. I manage a store and there is no one else to cover. Even with a floater in with me, it will be stressful and busy, and the floater is new and could never handle things by herself. I HAVE to be there or I will be fired. I can't afford that, either, since I have Barrymore to care for, too.
Please pray that Squeegee stays relatively pain free this week, and that he would rally and regain his strength. Up until this month he was running and perky. This is a very fast onset problem that I don't understand, since the vet said his kidneys were testing fine last time. He IS an elderly kitty, though, and like any of us, age is the enemy, and his strength is waning.
Please also pray that I will have the strength to deal with whatever I have to, and to do what I need to to help Squeeks in his final days, if he is indeed going down. Your thoughts and prayers mean a lot to me at this time. Thanks....
For those in the Cats U Luv group, Squeegee is the icon of the group and will remain so.
A study created as a part of the A2 Unit Three coursework. Influenced by Anselm Kiefer’s 1983 ‘Sulamith.’
Made using acrylic paint and a squeegee.
Created by Zara Saunders. Completed 12/10/2015.
Screenprinted poster for Death Cab for Cutie. 3-color screen print, black, golden yellow, and ooooooh shimmery COPPER inks. Edition of 150.
Realising we were going to run out of time I broke away and took on the paint shop. This is in our shed at the SVBM and was in real need of a good clean, last thing we want is dust on out new paint. I swept the bay out and then went to town with the power washer and squeegee cleaning the floor of dust, dirt and grime.
This is the original version of a photo I took of the inside of a work shed in Garden for the Environment during our visit on San Francisco Parks Alliance Membership Appreciation day on May 6, 2018. The row of several red handled garden pruners are what caught my photographic eye as I looked into the open door of this shed. The squeegee hanging over a red handled bottle also intrigued me as I saw a face at the top of the plastics hanging together. I using my Canon Powershot SX50 to make this photo.
Bit of late night printing fun for Mr. Penfold.
3 layer screen print on vinyl sticker..next job is to die cut them
Hand screenprinted poster for The Fray & The Feeling. 2-color screen print, black'n'cherry red inks. Edition of 80. Size: 15x22. Paper: Cougar 100lb White cover.
I used to wash windows in college. I have a lot of respect for people who make a living at this. It's such an study in perfection as the goal is to leave no streaks. The worst windows to wash are really old ones where the spackling leaves white streaks as the squeegee gets pulled away from the edge of the window.
Ive been to times square a million times but for some reason every time i go to it the power of it just overwhelms me. there are thousands of things all going on at once! Im also able to shoot a different looking photo every time im there. one thing that i was unaware of until recently was the history of times square.
Heres some bits and peaces of neat history info from wikipedia:
Before and after the [American Revolution], the area belonged to John Morin Scott, a general of the New York militia where he served under George Washington. Scott's manor house was at what is now 43rd Street, surrounded by countryside used for farming and breeding horses. In the first half of the 19th century it became one of the prized possessions of John Jacob Astor, who made a second fortune selling off lots to hotels and other real estate concerns as the city rapidly spread uptown.
In 1904, New York Times publisher Adolph S. Ochs moved the newspaper's operations to a new skyscraper on 42nd Street at Longacre Square. Ochs persuaded Mayor George B. McClellan, Jr. to construct a subway station there, and the area was renamed "Times Square" on April 8, 1904. Just three weeks later, the first electrified advertisement appeared on the side of a bank at the corner of 46th Street and Broadway.
The New York Times, according to Nolan, moved to more spacious offices across Broadway in 1913. The old Times Building was later named the Allied Chemical Building. Now known simply as One Times Square, it is famed for the Times Square Ball drop on its roof every New Year's Eve.
The general atmosphere changed with the onset of the Great Depression in the 1930s. Times Square acquired a reputation as a dangerous neighborhood in the following decades. From the 1960s to the early 1990s, the seediness of the area, especially due its go-go bars, sex shops, and adult theaters, became an infamous symbol of the city's decline.
In the mid-1990s, Mayor Rudolph Giuliani (1994–2002) led an effort to "clean up" the area, increasing security, closing pornographic theaters, pressuring drug dealers and "squeegee men" to relocate, and opening more tourist-friendly attractions and upscale establishments. Advocates of the remodeling claim that the neighborhood is safer and cleaner. Detractors have countered that the changes have homogenized or "Disneyfied" the character of Times Square and have unfairly targeted lower-income New Yorkers from nearby neighborhoods such as Hell's Kitchen
My friend Teddy bought a hummingbird feeder for the little guys after a couple of them came and checked out the suet feeder and left unhappy. Now I have daily visitors! They thank you from the bottom of their little teeny tiny hearts that beat at an incredible speed. Anna's Hummingbird, Salmon Creek, Washington. After seeing Franz's work with high ISO and small apertures, I've been experimenting to see how they would work on dark and rainy days. I'm fairly pleased. I do, however, need to use Teddy's other gift, the squeegee, and clean the patio door.
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.
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Pentland Hills. The Regional Park...
Canmore - Upperside Limekiln, South
From thedailylumenbox.blog Lomography Potsdam Kino 100 shot with Mamiya Sekor 50mm f/6.3 on Chroma Six:9. Developed in Cinestill monobath.
Coolpix P7000
SB-600 + Westcott Mini-Apollo (TTL)
SU-800 (CLS)
Manual Exposure Mode
1/2,000 @ f/5.6
ISO: 100
Capture NX2: Healing brush to clean all the random bubbles from the frame.
OK... last one. I really had to much fun playing with the new camera and the fish tank. Once again, I filled my new teeny tiny fish tank (0.9 Gallons) with seltzer water. It was pretty easy to get the bubbles to "stick" to the orange slice. The more difficult part was getting the bubbles off the glass in front of the slice. I used a pencil as a squeegee to wipe the inside of the glass free of bubbles between each try at this shot.
In post, I used the healing brush in Capture NX2 to eliminate about 50 stray bubbles from the image. I also cropped slightly into the original image... about 10-15% of the actual image was cropped out.
I was totally inspired by this very cool image from myrosalee!
First roll of Color home developed in C41. Only problem was some white spots on back of film which I wiped off. Maybe I should have used squeegee?
Film: Lomography Color 100 hand rolled on 620 spindles
Camera: Argus Super Seventy-five
Developer: Uni-Color C41 Kit roll 1
Scanned Epson V600 1200 dpi
Edited in Adobe Elements 10
The male red ruffed lemur, named Weasley, watches calmly as Mark, the zookeeper, cleans the window.
Weasley is five years old. His female companion, Makira, is six. They have come from different zoos, and are just getting to know each other, but the hope is that they will eventually have children. Red ruffed lemurs are critically endangered.
Window cleaners make about $25 a day starting out, and the maximum they can make is $1000 in a day. Professional window cleaning requires mastery of special techniques using tools, most notably a squeegee. The use of proper window cleaning tools and utensils results in a better cleaning compared to home methods. Licenses and a large amount of general liability insurance coverage with worker's compensation, and often an employer liability policy, is required for big window cleaning companies or those that do specialty work such as working at great heights with potentially dangerous equipment such as large scaffolds. Individuals who do basic residential or storefront window cleaning may or may not have insurance...
...taken at MyZeil...
Frankfurt, Germany...
Olympus OM-10 with Zuiko f1.8/50mm and manual adapter, Arista Premium 400 expired 2014 in Xtol 1+1 for 9min 20C
The tour de Yorkshire was created as a legacy race after the success that was having Le Tour de France in Yorkshire in 2014, and is becoming one of the established races in the international circuit.
This is from the 3rd stage that just passed less than a mile from my home.
On a side note I will never use a squeegee ever again.
Generally I use a wetting agent and just let the film to dry on its own. But with roll I wanted to dry it faster so I used the squeegee and ended up with scratches in most of the frames.
... but should be experienced as a verb.
The background here is a watercolor I painted in the late 1960s. I called it "Doorway." The unique thing about this watercolor is no brush strokes of any kind were used. The roof was blotted on with a small piece of corrugated cardboard with one side peeled off. A cosmetic sponge was used for much of the stucco and vegetation. Color was applied with Q-tips, Some areas were squeegeed out with a single-edged razor blade. Small lines were drawn in with a toothpick. This was the poster child for one of my lessons in watercolor.
Painting without a brush was very popular with my students.
I began seriously painting in or around 1947, when I majored in art at a small college. I took a course in watercolor and was fascinated at the transparency of the color and the action that happened when you brushed vivid color onto wet paper. Spending long hours for many whole days and nights, I was hooked on the visual excitement of watercolor and seldom worked with anything else for the next thirty years, when I began to do police composite drawings in pencil.
In 1998, I retired and soon afterward began us use an old computer as a word processor to the stories that appear on my old website www.billstrain.com especially the stories about Blanco County.
I illustrated these stories with watercolor and black outline. The background here is a good example of loosing myself in my work, my efforts shifting from my left brain to my right brain and the work becoming automatic at which point I do my most creative and best work.
Whenever you see clumbsiness in my work, you'll know I'm working with my left brain, the one that reasons, memorizes and does arithmetic. All of the illustrations for my stories are from this inferior source.
After I had been set up by my son to access the internet and have an Email account, I learned about computer art and became interested. A few months Mike (oldest son) came down with a computer he had built with me in mind. It had Adobe 5, Corel 8 and PSP VII, as I recall. He also brought a Wacum tablet and stylus.
When this was hooked up, just like back in the 1940s when I sat down and began the discovery process with watercolor, watercolor inks and colors of India ink, I sat down at my tablet and began a similar process of discovery. Some of those efforts are on the old website under the heading of "Computer Art" I think.
I never adjusted to the tablet, realizing for the first time how much ink and pencil depend on the friction of the pen, pencil and brush with the paper. For me, always, painting with a stylus was erratic, much like the signing of your name to a small computer screen in a retail outlet when you use a credit card to check out.
Like I said, I sat down and began a long journey of discovery of the possibilities with a computer. My family were disappointed; they fully anticipated I would begin to produce computer images that looked like my old watercolors. Instead I discovered something new, just like the new I discovered in the 1940s.
This image is a product of that transition.
My cat, Barrymore was fascinated by the Christmas tree. Cats are instinctively curious, and any new piece of furniture or item of interest is something to explore, so keeping him and Squeegee away from the tinsel isn't always easy!
Since Barrymore was a kitten I haven't had glass ornaments on the tree. Back then, he tried to climb the tree! for a couple of years I didn't even put one up! Now that both of my kitties are seniors, they behave a lot better. That said, I just had to shoo Squeeks away.
This is a new tree. I had the same one for many years and it looked pretty raggedy last year so I figured it was time to get another. The old one was only a six foot tree. This one is 7 1/2' and touches the ceiling, so I had to attach the angel to the front of the tree. I think it looks pretty good. It's pre-lit and the lights can be either white, multi-colored, or morphing from white to colored lights, and even has a remote. Unlike the old trees, this one was in three pieces and sets up in just a couple of minutes. it's heavy, but convenient!
Last Christmas I lost Tigger, my beautiful, orange tabby that I adopted in 2008. My mom passed on Christmas Day, 2008. Now, I look at Squeegee and Barrymore and realize that this might be their last Christmas. Hopefully that won't be the case and 2014 will be a happy and great year! For now, I'll enjoy both my pets and the new tree.
The sure sign spring has come to montreal. The return of steet kids, squeegee punks, and others stuck on the fringe.
The young woman decided to exhib herself with a squeegee by turning on the light. Just some seconds and the show was over.
I’m very happy to be part of the upcoming book Squeegee!! – The European Gig Poster Movement! The second book in the Squeegee! series presents 36 poster artists, their works and their studios.
You can help making this book happen and support the Kickstarter campaign until July 29th 2016!
Btw there’s also a set of limited screen prints available as one of the rewards. Here’s mine…
ended up with some very expired kodachrome 64 in 120 format. was curious to see if this could be processed as a black+white negative. the biggest challenge upon doing some research was dealing with the remjet antihalation backing on the film.
camera: mamiya 6MF 150mm f/4 + b+w 040 orange filter, +2 stop filter compensation. film: kodak kodachrome PKR 64, expired feb 1989. shot @ 32 to compensate for any loss of speed.
development:
2:00 water prewash @ 20c, water came out a yellow-orange color.
12:00 dev kodak HC-110B @ 20c, standard agitation. dev came out dark grey
1:00 acid stop
15:00 fix, standard agitation
3:00 18% sodium sulfite solution @ 30c - alkaline bath to soften the remjet backing
once out of the sodium sulfite, the remjet wiped off easily, using several gentle passes of my fingers as a squeegee. messy though - do this over a large sink.
finally cleared/washed with plain running water for 30:00
observations: negs looked good, however, the film has an extremely strong yellow/orange base color. made it difficult to scan thru, not sure you could print thru it optically.
scan: epson V750. exif tags: filmtagger.
This is the non-restricted cropped version of a photo I took of the inside of a work shed in Garden for the Environment during our visit on San Francisco Parks Alliance Membership Appreciation day on May 6, 2018. The row of several red handled garden pruners are what caught my photographic eye as I looked into the open door of this shed. The squeegee hanging over a red handled bottle also intrigued me as I saw a face at the top of the plastics hanging together. I using my Canon Powershot SX50 to make this photo. You can view the original photo in the previous slide in this photostream.
This is straight from the scanner, with nothing done except to reduce the size of the file for convenient uploading. It is from a roll of VP (Verichrome Pan) 828 film I exposed in Manchester on Saturday 13th January 1968. It might have been my greatest-ever film ...not from the point of view of photographic quality, obviously, but the one I prized above all others. As you can see the photographs were ruined by trails of parallel lines, which ran through the entire film. This was the final winter of steam and the occasion was unrepeatable. I have previously posted a few shots from the film after painstakingly restoring them in image-editing software; I've had this one on my computer for years and once or twice started clone-tooling away, but the prospect is more than flesh and blood can stand. The lines result from the processor's employment of a dirty or worn film squeegee. When I began doing my own processing, with this in mind, I never even considered using a squeegee. You needn't do more than shake the drips off and leave the film to hang, but these days I "squeegee" by passing the film between two fingers. Nothing more is necessary.
Original Photograph taken by Esmee Squeegee @ Mischief Managed. Edited by I.
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A friend gave me a box with a few Polaroid slide films and a Power Processor.
The processor had some rusty rollers and stuck bearings but after some cleaning and a bit of grease it works well.
The films expired in May 1991.
I shot a roll of Polagraph 400 at 50 ISO (one stop per decade) in my T90 and set developing time to 3 instead of the specified 2 minutes.
The results are better than expected. The film seems to be lower contrast and actually yields some halftones.
As with all expired instant 35mm films the black layer sticks to the positive (slide) instead of the egative and has to removed manually.
It can be trubbed off under running water but that and the squeegeeing produces some scratches in the delicate emulsion.
If anyone knows a better way to remove the black layer please let me know.
Canon T90, FD 50mm F/1.4
Polaroid Polagraph 35mm Black and White Slide Film. High Contrast. HC135-12 ISO400, EXP MAY 1991
Shot and processed May 6, 2023
This is Tigger, faithful guardian of Sugar Mill Gardens in Port Orange, FL. Tigger lives on the gounds and greets those who visit. Yesterday, Knowing it would be freezing, I brought him a nice, warm blanket, which he promptly cuddled into, but today when I returned to check on him. the blanket was gone.
Today, anticipating this, I brought him a little cat bed with another blanket. It is expected to go down to 26 degrees tonight. He seems sick. His nose is runny and he walks like he's hurting. He was drooling when I fed him some treats- something my cat, Squeegee does, and Squeeks does it when he's in pain. (He's been on pain meds for years.) It breaks my heart because Tig is a lot like Squeeks in temperament and looks.
UPDATE: I went back to see Tigger after work today. He was doing just fine, thank God!
Here's something neat...I was thinking (out loud to God) yesterday that I wished I knew a man who could build a really cool cat house for Tigger- something so pretty that they wouldn't remove it! Today, an upholsterer I know named John came in and mentioned that he was now building cat houses! (This was without hearing about Tigger!) Hopefully, John will be able to do this for him, and I will be able to afford the materials and labor to do it!
I stopped at the vet on the way home and picked up Advantage for Tig. I got the kind that also kills ear mites and intestinal parasites, so he should be flea free and happy for the next month. I also brought him treats and tuna, which pretty much spoiled him for the treats! I tried to brush him, but he took one look at the brush and ran away! Must've had a bad experience at one time. It did my heart good to hear that they found him curled up in his new bed and blanket this morning.
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