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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.
View On Black (Large)
The boundary between where the greenspace is allowed to grow wild and the path is maintained is highlighted at the top of a hill 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.
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!
Yeah, fuck you, too.
Fuck me? Fuck you.
Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money,
smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck the squeegee men, dirtying up the clean windshield of my car.
Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis
bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs,
curry steaming outta their pores, stinking up my day.
Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps.
Going down on each other in my parks on my piers
jiggling their dicks on my channel 35!
Fuck the Korean grocers, their pyramids overpriced fruit,
their roses wrapped in plastic.
Ten years in the country and still no speek-ee English.
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach.
Mobster thughs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses.
Sugar cubes between their teeth.
Wheeling, dealing, scheming. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim,
strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff,
selling South African apartheid diamonds.
Fuck the Wall Street brokers, self-styled masters of the universe,
Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe motherfuckers
figuring out new ways to rob hard-working people blind.
Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life.
Do you think Bush and Cheney didn’t known about that shit?
Give me a fucking break!
Tyco. ImClone. Adelphia.
Fuck the Puerto Ricans, 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls.
Worst fucking parade in the city.
And don’t even get me started on the dumb-in-the-cans
‘cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair
and nylon warm-up suits, their St Antony medallions.
Swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville Slugger baseball bats,
auditioning for “The Sopranos”!
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves,
and $50 Balducci antichokes.
Overfed faces getting pulled, lifted and stretched all taut and shiny.
You’re not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers.
They never pass the ball, they don’t wanna play defense,
they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop,
and then they wanna turn around and blame everything on the white man.
Slavery ended 137 years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers
and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence.
You betray our trust!
Fuck priest who put their hands down some innocent child’s pants.
Fuck the church that protect them, delivering us into evil.
And while you’re at it, fuck JC! He got off easy.
A day on the cross, a weekend in hell and all the hallelujahs
of legioned angels for eternity.
Try seven years in fucking Otisville, J.
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al-Qaeda, and backward-assed
cave dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere.
On the names of innocent thousand murdered,
I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your 72 whores
roasting in a jet-fuelled fire in hell.
You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinsky. Whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend,
judging me while he stares at my girlfriend’s ass.
Fuck Naturelle Riviera.
I gave her my trust and she stabbed my in the back.
Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief standing that bar,
sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to fireman
and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this all city and everyone in it
From the rowhouses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue.
From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in SoHo.
From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park Slope,
to the split-levels in Staten Island.
Let an earthquake crumble it.
Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fucking ash.
And then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.
No…
No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan.
You had it all and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!
(Edward Norton - La 25° ora)
Edition of prints made for the Multiplied art fair at Christie's 2011. Each final print is 64cm wide and made up of 45 Gocco prints, using 17 different screens and 21 colours!
Gocco mesh screens, printed with a lightweight squeegee and water based Permaset ink.
Po watches Auntie Brenda squeegee the condensation from the windows. It's a losing battle this time of year - 8/18/13
This is a project I've been mulling over platonically for a good three or four years. I'm working on a custom back for the Pentax 67 which allows for the use of Instax Mini film.
The film door on the 67 simply unscrews if you peel back a little bit of the leatherette. My thought is that by modifying the film door, you could make an Instax back. I got a spare film door from Eric Hendrickson (of pentaxs.com camera repair - they did my 67 four years back) for $20, which I will cut up and repaint, and mount the above pictured Instax back in.
The hardest thing about making an adapter for Instax film is maintaining the correct flange-film distance. Since the Instax cartridge has a little flange of its own (1mm or so), it's impossible to retain the correct flange distance if the cartridge is simply placed on the film gate. So, the film has to be removed from the Instax cartridge, and placed in the back for focus to work correctly. This will probably be a bit annoying, as it has to be done in complete darkness, but it's a small price to pay.
The film gets exposed in the usual way, and by turning the little spring-loaded lever an arm will push the exposed frame into a pair of waiting rollers. A motor and gearbox drive the rollers, which are spring-loaded to "squeegee" the developing chemicals contained in each piece of Instax film. The developing print is then sent through a series of light baffles as it exits the camera. That's the plan, anyway!
I have all of the 3D printed and laser cut parts on order, and should see them before the end of the month. Excited to see this one through!
This is a project I've been mulling over platonically for a good three or four years. I'm working on a custom back for the Pentax 67 which allows for the use of Instax Mini film.
The film door on the 67 simply unscrews if you peel back a little bit of the leatherette. My thought is that by modifying the film door, you could make an Instax back. I got a spare film door from Eric Hendrickson (of pentaxs.com camera repair - they did my 67 four years back) for $20, which I will cut up and repaint, and mount the above pictured Instax back in.
The hardest thing about making an adapter for Instax film is maintaining the correct flange-film distance. Since the Instax cartridge has a little flange of its own (1mm or so), it's impossible to retain the correct flange distance if the cartridge is simply placed on the film gate. So, the film has to be removed from the Instax cartridge, and placed in the back for focus to work correctly. This will probably be a bit annoying, as it has to be done in complete darkness, but it's a small price to pay.
The film gets exposed in the usual way, and by turning the little spring-loaded lever an arm will push the exposed frame into a pair of waiting rollers. A motor and gearbox drive the rollers, which are spring-loaded to "squeegee" the developing chemicals contained in each piece of Instax film. The developing print is then sent through a series of light baffles as it exits the camera. That's the plan, anyway!
I have all of the 3D printed and laser cut parts on order, and should see them before the end of the month. Excited to see this one through!
Great collage art of Bump Squeegee at the Hotel Chelsea sim.
Speaking of wonderful art.. Ultionis dress by Shiki Design, texture from the artist Vinn Wong.
Splatter Trap eyemakeup by Kooqla
Perspective Earrings by (yummy)
Connor Hair from Exile
First roll of Cinestill 50 and my second time using the FPP C41 kit which works amazing! A bit of a problem with dried stabilizer spots even tho I squeegeed but something to work on. Taken with an Olympus OM-4 T and Zuiko 50mm.
Squeegee has been going downhill quickly lately. At nearly 18 years old, Squeeks has had a long life, and has beaten all the odds of survival in the process. He nearly died when he was about 2 years old, after I had him for a year. I literally went into bankruptcy to save his life, and he repaid me by alerting me every time I was about to start a migraine for years, so I was able to work and have somewhat of a life. Squeeks has been a pet, a friend, a child and a miracle for me.
Now, at the end of his life, there will be no way to prolong it without making him suffer, so as he begins to go through this last stage, I will make sure that doesn't happen, and that I'm there for Squeeks once again, as he's always been there for me. I'm hoping it won't be very soon, but it's looking more and more like it will be.
Tomorrow, I will be taking him for tests to see how his kidneys are doing. If the vet thinks he's in pain, I will be making a decision within the week as to whether to put him to sleep mercifully or waiting and letting him go a little longer, depending upon how bad it is. I'm, of course, hoping it's still going to be a while. It's not a decision I want to make. So, those of you who pray, please say a prayer for my faithful kitty, Squeegee, and for me, too. I will need more strength than I have at the moment to face losing him, when the time comes. He's such a good boy, and I really love him dearly.
This is a painting I did of Squeegee today. It is from my favorite photo of him taken several years ago.
For some reason, Flickr isn't letting me upload the original pic in comments. Here is is: www.flickr.com/photos/celticsong22/1122608936/in/set-7215...
The real Squeegee is infinitely prettier than anything I can paint...
Taken just a few hours before Squeeks was put to sleep, this is one of my most precious photos.
Squeegee was a strong kitty- so strong that he refused to go without a fight. Looking back at his videos and photos the day he died, I know I did the right thing by ending the suffering I know he had begun to experience. That doesn't make it much easier losing him, but I know I did all I could.
I really miss Squeeks....
Soooo... Apparently you aren't supposed to use a paper towel as a squeegee when you are drying your film. Oh well, live and learn. Photoshop to the rescue.
Canon A-1
FD 135 f/2.8
Kentmere 400
Kodak T Max developer, 74 degrees @ 4 minutes
1/60th shutter
f/2.8
ISO 400
1 flash shot through an umbrella from camera right
1 bare flash directly behind the subject
Cactus V5 transceivers
The General Tire and Rubber Company was founded in 1915
in Akron, Ohio ... it is now Continental Tire North America, Inc.
-- Wikipedia
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Advertisement, 1947
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They should have used Weegee as the photographer and we would have Weegee's Squeegees
-- Trish Mayo
When my dad turned 40, his sister organized t-shirts and buttons for everyone to wear to his big party that said, "I am younger than Greg Marshall." Erica came up with the idea to go a little further with that theme for his 60th and since I have wholesale accounts and a fabulous printer, we got it all pulled together!
Click here to see the tees better. haha! It still cracks me up.
We took a ferry out to Culebra Island and all the locals were so confused by us- we got all split up all over the boat and we all were asked, "Who is this Greg Marshall?!" I would highly recommend doing this project for a loved one- especially if you like embarrassing them in public places. :)
Love you, Dad!! :) He seemed to get a kick out of it.
The Birkenau paintings are based on four photographs secretly taken in the death camp of Auschwitz-Birkenau. After a yearlong attempt to render the photographic images, Richter gradually veiled his initial figurative drawings with color, scouring each coat of paint with a squeegee to produce layered, ruptured surfaces. The canvases' distinctive facture and relatively subdued palette reflect the artist's conscious struggle to address the grim documents of historical trauma while curtailing the spectacular nature of the reproduced photograph. Together, the series holds in tension the complex relationship between representation and abstraction, and the opposing forces of destruction and reconstruction.
For Digital:
Nikon D7000
Nikon MB-11 grip for the D7000
Nikon D3100
Panasonic Lumix LX-3 Point and shoot. (use to take the photo)
Samyang 8mm F3.5 Fisheye.
Nikkor AF-S 18-55mm F3.5-5.6G VR kit lens
Nikkor AF-S 35mm F1.8G
Nikkor 50mm F1.4D (easily the lens I use the most)
Holga 60mm F8
Micro-Nikkor 200mm F4
Nikkor AF-S 70-300mm F4.5-5.6G VR
67mm and a few 52mm polarizing and UV filters
52mm #80A blue filter
52mm #81A warming filter
52mm #82A cooling filter
Extra batteries for the Nikon cameras
LumoPro 160 (used to take photo)
Flash cables
Flash extender
Nikon PK-13 extension tube
For film:
Graflex Anniversary Speed Graphic 4x5" (1945 used on the USS Alabama in WWII)
Kodak Ektar 127mm F4.5
Five film holders
Three 12 shot bag mags
Graflex Pacemaker Speed Graphic 4x5" (1953)
Kodak Ektar 127mm F4.5 (coated lens)
Rodenstock Grandagon 90mm F6.8
One film holder
7" flash reflector
5" flash reflector
Flash holder for the side of the camera
Flash holder with clamp for off camera use with cables
Kodak Series VI filter holder/lens hood
Lots of Series VI filters
Clear flashbulbs
Blue flashbulbs
Infrared flashbulbs
Hasselblad 500ELX
Carl Zeiss 80mm F2.8 CT* Planar lens
UV filter
45* eye-level view finder
Soft focus filter for portraits
Pistol grip
A12 camera back
A24 camera back
Kodak Ektar 100 film
Kodak Ektachrome 100G
Kodak Portra 400 film
Kodak T-Max 100 B&W
Ilford XP-2 400 B&W
Giottos folding tripod
13" Macbook Pro
1TB harddrives
Electrical adaptors for traveling
C-41 press kits to develop film on the go
Yankee sheet film day light developing tank
Roll film day light developing tank
Thermometers
Film squeegee
Film changing bag
Droid 2 Global phone (works anywhere in the world and acts as a light meter in a pinch too)
I use the pelicans case to haul my gear (size 1514 and 1624). I like them because they hold up to my abuse.
Jesse541 Unplugged
Head/ Lelutka Skyler
Head Skin/ Not Found - Marco @Man Cave
Piercings/ +AH+ Gate Piercing Lelutka Skyler 1.0
Ears/ L'Etre - Horn Mesh Ears
Hair/ Modulus - Benny Hair @TMD
Eyebrows/ f u o e y . Benny Eyebrows
Beard/ f u o e y . Benny Beard
Body/ Belleza Jake
Tattoo/ panDEMONium ink - Lilith @Dark Style Fair
Hoodie/ ::GB:: Jacket and Hoodie set Black Devil @Man Cave
Watch/ [Deadwool] Nuvolari chronograph
Jeans/ [Deadwool] Kojima jeans
Shoes/ ENVIEEhim - V -SAMPLE 1's 'Bloody @TMD
Dog/ [Rezz Room] Dachshund Halloween Event @Satan Inc. by }Novel Events
Backdrop/ VARONIS - DuskHall Cells (inside Halloween Decor Pack)
Ominora Squeegee
Head/ Catwa Lona
Hair/ Magika - Autumn
Body/ Inithium Kupra
Tattoo/ panDEMONium ink - Hocus Pocus @Dark Style Fair
Dress/ ::RMN:: Wednesday Cutie Dress Black @Dark Style Fair
Socks/ uh-oh: Mary Jane Striped Thigh Socks 2019
Shoes/ .STOIC. SLAYTANIC CREEPERS BLACK
Bracelet/ [SB] Studded Stack Bracelets - Black
Bracelet2/ .miss chelsea. Beth Bracelet GROUP GIFT
Piercing/ +AH+ Gate Bento Piercing Female 1.0
My cat, Barrymore, is a Siamese mix, and he's gorgeous! Barrymore has gone through some difficult health issues lately. For many years, this solid cat with a huge appetite and fierce disposition, held the dominant position in the house, by virtue of the fact that he weighed nearly 20 pounds! I was concerned about his overeating, but my vet assured me that he was just a "big cat". Well, he wasn't just big; he was fat. Solid, not flabby, but fat.
As he aged, Barrymore resisted any attempts of mine to get his weight down. He refused to eat low fat food, and anything Squeegee or Tigger didn't scarf up, he would consume and add to his girth! Health problems began to show up, and finally, a few months ago, right after Tigger started dropping weight, Barrymore did, too. A new vet ran tests, but the only thing she could guess at was an intestinal disease that kept him from absorbing his food properly, or cancer! (The same with Tigger.) We started him on shots of B-12 and a steroid to help with weight gain, but he continued to drop, losing six pounds! I noticed his water consumption was up, and he was urinating a lot, so we tested his blood sugar again, and found it was nearly double normal levels! So, Barrymore began receiving insulin twice a day.
The weight loss is tapering off as we adjust his insulin levels. He is up to three units twice a day, from only one twice a day. The vet said he could end up getting 5 units twice a day. He's starting to seem a bit more active again, but he's still not back to his old self.
With some financial nightmares of my own, the last thing I needed right now was a diabetic cat on insulin! It's pretty pricey, not just for the insulin, but the needles, as well. I still have Squeegee on Torbutrol, a rather expensive pain killer, and Tigger is still too thin, and has to be monitored. Forget it if I have to go to the doctor! There's no way. I've had a UTI for a month now, and have to slowly self medicate with colloidal silver and cranberry juice as there's nothing left after vet bills!
One look at that face, though, with his pale, blue eyes, and there's no way I can NOT try to save him! Barrymore is a good boy. When my mother was alive, he was her cat, or I should say, she was HIS person! He transfered that role to me in her hospice room, as she lay dying. He knew. Since then, he hardly lets me out of his sight. He's my little shadow, and of all my cats, has been the sweetest and most cuddly. Since being on insulin, he is even nicer to the other cats. I'm sure his blood sugar was making him the fierce grouch he used to be! No more. He's....well....a pussycat!
The Fifth Avenue Apple Store got Mrs. Holstein a little bit upset.
She had lost the smart cover to her iPad Mini a week earlier. She thought the trip to NYC was a perfect excuse to visit this city landmark and get a replacement.
The Giant Glass Cube? They loved it. Little Angy tried to write his name on the side of it in noseprints (using his nom-de-graffiti, "Milksy") but the guy with the squeegee is really on top of things.
The trouble came when they attempted to enter the store. The Fifth Avenue Apple Store is below street level and you enter it via a circular glass staircase.
Mrs. H approached, looked down, and then thought better of it. Cows can't walk down staircases easily because they can't see where they're placing their hooves. Mrs. H didn't want to risk the indignity of a tumble. She would be pleased to appear on a late-night talk show some day, but not as the subject of a wacky viral YouTube video that the host rolls during the monologue.
It's almost as though Apple doesn't want cows in the Store, she huffed. And then she noted that the family was apparently perfectly welcome at FAO Schwarz next door.
When she implied that Apple wouldn't have a problem with her if her last name were "Beagle" instead of "Holstein," I tried to cool down the situation and salvage things by pointing out that the Store is fully compliant with the Americans With Disabilities Act, and therefore has an elevator.
This only deepened Mrs. Holstein's huffery. She would very much like Apple to know that being a cow is a difference, not a disability, no matter what this little hippie gadget company might think of her and others of her kind.
I've worked for the Holsteins long enough to recognize when Mrs. H is just messing with me. Stairs really do present an unusual difficulty for cows. But in truth, she was just kind of put off by the huge crowds.
That's a phenomenal reaction for a herd animal. After looking at the densely-packed humanity filing in and out of there, though, I understood her decision to just pick up a new Smart Cover at the Apple Store near the dairy.
I recently designed and constructed this artist brush caddy using scrap wood and some PVC plastic plumbing parts. I was originally going to use scrap PVC pipe, but when I considered that would take a while since none of the hardware stores would have scrap sections to sell, I decided on these coupler joints and end caps. No major sanding to get the edges smoot! So, selecting the 2x4 wood and base from the 'scrap' pile, I drilled the hole for the handle, smoothed the edges, assembled, and varnished. Then, I installed the 'holders', one for the longer brushes and the other side for shorter brushes.
I have been wanting to do some artwork with acrylics, watercolor, or tempura. I used to teach middle grades in my 'teaching days', and had the students learn different mixing techniques as well as media. One goal is to paint backdrop scenes for use in my Lego photography.
In addition to brushes, I also learned a technique of using a squeegee with tempura paints to make some interesting color 'rainbow' combinations. We'll see how that turns out.
Monkey on a squeegeeboard - finished illustration for Filler DIY illustration/print/art/skate convention in Milano from December 16-18th 2016
I'll be there with the Isolation Camp gang :)
My laptop came loaded with a cool paint program which I hadn't tried out yet, but last night was the perfect opportunity to do so.
Weather here in Florida has been nothing less than bizarre and freakish of late. Yesterday it poured most of the day, with winds that shot up to tropical storm force. When I left work, which had been busy and stressful, it was drizzling, but by the time I drove about ten miles on my way home, the rain started coming down harder, and the wind had done significant damage to trees, causing power lines to come down.
At the corner of Williamson and Beville Rd., two busy roads that merge right next to I-95, the traffic light was out, and cars were stopped in all four directions. There was a police car, but I couldn't see the officer. The car in front of me went through the intersection, and I figured the cop was in front of him, where I couldn't see him, directing traffic. I followed his lead, and almost got plowed into by a car heading west! No one else was moving after that, so I chanced it again, and got through. Still no sign of the police officer!
When I finally got home, after driving miles out of my way, my entire neighborhood was dark! No power. Scrounging around for flashlights and lanterns, I finally had enough light to give Barrymore his insulin shot, and see to feed him and Squeegee! My plans of relaxing in front of the boob tube with a warn meal after washing my hair, were dashed. So, I decided to play around with the paint program that I'd never used before, and this is one of the results, after further editing in ipiccy.
I did three edits of this scene, and each had its own charm and character. I liked this the best for its vibrant, pastel tones. It was a crummy day, but it ended well!
This picture is the last one I will ever take of Squeegee. It was taken within the hour he was put to sleep. Looking at my poor, old kitty, I know I did the right thing because he would have suffered had I let any more time go by, but it doesn't make it any easier. I've dreaded this day for the last 17 years, and now that it's here, it's about as bad as I thought it would be. I'll miss him until I die,too.
The bible says that for people, the day of death is better than the day of birth. That is probably because it is the culmination of life- of love, and all we've done. I suppose the same can be said for a beloved pet.
Squeegee left a mark on my heart that even people have failed to leave! When you're a single, childless woman like me, all the maternal stuff has to go someplace. All of mine went to Squeegee. At an age where most mother's are getting ready for high school graduation, I was saying goodbye to my "child".
Nothing hurts more than people saying things like, "It's just a cat...". He was more to me. He was my baby. He was the one I cared for, fed, and nursed through sickness all of his life. He was loved as if he were a child, and the pain was unbelievable having to let him go. Right now I just feel numb. I can't let myself cry much more because it will trigger a migraine, and Squeegee isn't there to wake me to stop it like he used to. I feel lost without him. The house feels empty, even with three other cats and my brother. I feel empty. Squeeks is gone.
My brother was there to bring me to the vet so I didn't have to drive. It's a good thing because I don't think I could have. He was so good to wait in the waiting room so I could be alone with Squeegee for a while, both before and after. He was there to hug me when it was over.
The people at Beville Animal Hospital were wonderful, too. They told me I could pay when I pick up his ashes next week. I guess they took one look at my face and had compassion. Even Dr. Shroyer was wonderful and very gentle with Squeeks. His last moments were peaceful, and I held and kissed him letting him know he was loved. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done- letting go of something- someone- I loved that much, but I take comfort knowing that only I suffer now. I have 17 years of wonderful memories with my Squeegee and I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Considering the project I am currently working on, V could only stand for one person. That person is Victor David Cascio, one of the faces of celebrity and culture in Louisiana. So, in true Warholian style, I took a newspaper image of Victor and began to squeegee virual emulsion onto a screen to achieve this result.
Like Warhol, I find beauty in the imperfections of the printing process, so just running the image through a processing application would not do. This was a step by step conversion with overlays and layers in GIMP. The borders that reveal the actual process remain visible when viewed large.
This is a project I've been mulling over platonically for a good three or four years. I'm working on a custom back for the Pentax 67 which allows for the use of Instax Mini film.
The film door on the 67 simply unscrews if you peel back a little bit of the leatherette. My thought is that by modifying the film door, you could make an Instax back. I got a spare film door from Eric Hendrickson (of pentaxs.com camera repair - they did my 67 four years back) for $20, which I will cut up and repaint, and mount the above pictured Instax back in.
The hardest thing about making an adapter for Instax film is maintaining the correct flange-film distance. Since the Instax cartridge has a little flange of its own (1mm or so), it's impossible to retain the correct flange distance if the cartridge is simply placed on the film gate. So, the film has to be removed from the Instax cartridge, and placed in the back for focus to work correctly. This will probably be a bit annoying, as it has to be done in complete darkness, but it's a small price to pay.
The film gets exposed in the usual way, and by turning the little spring-loaded lever an arm will push the exposed frame into a pair of waiting rollers. A motor and gearbox drive the rollers, which are spring-loaded to "squeegee" the developing chemicals contained in each piece of Instax film. The developing print is then sent through a series of light baffles as it exits the camera. That's the plan, anyway!
I have all of the 3D printed and laser cut parts on order, and should see them before the end of the month. Excited to see this one through!
SL fundraiser for the National Wildlife Federation coming up from July 1st - 15th. This is to help for recovery from the ongoing oil-spill in the gulf coast ecosystem.
MENTAL MAZE
FUZI UVTPK / 2SHY Collaboration Part2
Sérigraphie 3 couleurs
Sur papier blanc Canson 200g / 50 x 65 cm
42 exemplaires numérotés et signés par les artistes
Réalisé à l'atelier SQUEEGEES & Co / MTP / 2012
Disponible ici:
www.fuzi-uvtpk.com/fr/edition/mental-maze-detail.html
MENTAL MAZE
FUZI UVTPK / 2SHY Collaboration Part2
Print on Canson 200g white paper / 50 x 65 cm
Limited edition of 42, numeroted and signed by the authors
Printed at SQUEEGEES & CO workshop / MTP / 2012
Available here:
Water lightly sprayed on the bathroom mirror, and then partially squeegeed away. The coloration was done reflecting the light blue shower curtain and my girlfriend's red bathrobe.
Shot with Nikon 55-200mm, with a Canon "Close-Up Lens" screwed onto the front. The poor man's macro.
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
Tigger just reminded me that he hasn't been getting the publicity that he so deserves, so I wanted everyone to see that he is still the dashingly handsome charmer he always was!
Today, Susan, (Tiger Lair), Tigger's former secretary, stopped by and brought him and his brothers, Squeegee and Barrymore, food, tuna, and litter, which was the best Valentine's Day present his mom could have gotten! Susan has been helping me take care of the boys for a long time, since my wages (or rather, LACK of wages,) would've forced me to have both Squeegee and Barrymore put down, and Tigger would have had to go to another home. Her love and generosity has enabled me to keep my beloved pets! So, this valentine is for you, Susan, with love and gratitude from us all!
Okay...so we will let Tigger think it's still all about HIM. Hehe....
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Barrymore said Tigger tagged me! (We play tag a lot, but I usually know it!)
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1. I am the oldest of my brothers, but everyone thinks I'm the youngest because I'm smaller and weaker, and cuter. Dang! I AM cute, aren't I?!
2. I am about 12 1/2 years old.
3. I was really sick when I was young. I almost died. My person loved me so much that she spent thousands of dollars to save me. They never did find out what was wrong, but they put me on very expensive pain pills 10 years ago, and I've been taking them ever since. (I HATE those things! I hide in the same place every morning, but my person picks up a broom and walks towards me and I freeze when I see it! Then she picks me up and gives me a pill. It's a game I make her play. It's the least she can do to humor me, don't ya' think?)
4. My person went without eating for a whole week once so she could buy my meds. I wish she would've eaten and forgotten them! She says she loves me. I don't understand why love has to taste so awful!
5. Tigger is my playmate, but I don't like when he goes near my person. Barrymore can. He's been here longer. I don't like him to, either, but it doesn't bother me as much. Tigger looks like he's trying to copy me! He even wears the same color fur. What a bad dye job! It's nowhere near as pretty and orange as MINE!
6. I got my name from my Grandma before she crossed some bridge and went away. She called me Squeegee because I don't meow; I squeek! I'm very talkative! I like to hold a conversation with my person. I even wait my turn to answer. how's that for smart?
7. I weigh about 13 lbs., and most of it is in my belly. It flops from side to side when I run. I think it's cool, but my person just shakes her head when I do it! She rubs my belly sometimes, though, and I forgive her for making fun of me.
8. My mom was part Siamese with aqua eyes, and my dad was a grey alley cat with the same kind of swirls and "bullseye" on his side that I have. My person used to take care of all of us outside where she used to work where we met her. I had six other brothers and sisters. My person found a home for Dad. He had AIDS so he couldn't live with her. A nice lady took him in. Mom had to go to the Humane Society with one of my brothers. I don't know what happened to all the others. They vanished one day.
9. I had a son, but I never saw him! Mom tried to keep me away from my girlfriend. She said she wasn't good enough for me. I liked her though. My boy looked just like me only lighter. They both disappeared, too. I don't think people in that neighborhood liked cats very much. My person brought me to the vet so I wouldn't make any more kittens. ( I hate going there!)
10. I own everything in my house, including my person. No one seems to know that but me, though.