It Just Can’t Be
It can’t be fifty years. But it is.
Me at The Denver Post in 1975 when I was 24, with not only a mustache but sideburns, too!
A small newspaper in California’s San Joaguin Valley did not hire me because I “looked like a Hippie.” “A Hippie who wears plaid?,” I asked. The editor there told me I’d never make it as a photojournalist because of my appearance. I’m glad The Associated Press, The Denver Post and TIME, National Geographic, Stern, Paris Match, to name only a few, all overlooked my look.
And me, at 74, last week at The River with my 8×10 camera. Shouldn’t the cameras I use get smaller as I age? If they do not…
I know what will kill me!
The photograph I made with the 8×10 on this day. The River is a bit hot. I will commence the creation of a mask (Alan Ross… thank you for teaching me how to make masks) to lower the values (tonality) of the water.
TechTok
Sinar F 4×5 with Fred Picker’s 8×10 back (and his 8×10 case that you see by the tripod), Fuiji 420mm lens at 1/4 and ƒ/90, Tri-X 320 at 320, HC-110B 6:15 at 68 degrees, processed in a Stearman Press 8×10 tray, running water as stop, Photographers’ Formulary F4 Archival Fix, running water rinse, HypoClear for 2-minutes, 10-minute was in my Zone VI 11×14 Archival Print Washer, PhotoFlo for 1-minute, hang dry overnight, scanned with Epson V850 at 600 dpi and 48-bit color for CMYK separations for the book.
