Found New Orleans Slides (Part 2)

I gave a bit of a break between posts of these thrift store slides so I wouldn’t inundate the feeds of those of you who follow me. Here’s another round of them. Incidentally, if anyone knows where in New Orleans this first slide was taken, I’d love to know. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy these!

The location in this first slide is a mystery to me. Any help in naming this building or location in New Orleans would be appreciated!

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This next slide was taken, as you might guess, in Cabildo Alley. Notice the Kodak sign outside the shop? How cool is that? If you do a Google Maps search on this location, you’ll find it looks almost the same today as it did decades ago when this slide was taken. Sadly, the Kodak sign is no longer there, but that seems to be the way with Kodak signs as of late. (Keeping the faith, Kodak!)

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This next slide was taken at some restaurant in New Orleans, but I have no idea which one. Anyone have a clue?
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This next slide, of course, shows Antoine’s Restaurant. According to Wikipedia, this is the oldest family-run restaurant in the United States. It opened in 1840! How about that!
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One of the best things about these slides is the automobiles in them. Big land yachts!
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I hope you enjoyed installment two of these slides. I wish I could go back in time to be standing with the person who took these images. I’d love to see what camera(s) they used, which film(s) they used, and so on. I’d like to think we’d have a blast. See you next time!

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New Orleans 1971 and Before (Thrift Store Slides)

The only thing that sometimes gets between me and shooting film is my love for going to thrift stores to find treasure. Preferably, I find mid-century pottery and film cameras. This past week, though, I found a treasure that was different than anything I’d found up to this point. In the book room of a store right up the street from where I live, I was perusing a wicker basket of old postcards and travel guides. Behind all of this in the basket was a plastic bag full of slides. I saw some of them were labeled “Louisiana,” so I had to pick them up. I finally got around to scanning them last night. They’re dirty. They’re scratched. One of them even has a puncture wound. Some of them seem to have shifted in color/hue. All of them are excellent.

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None of these are my work, obviously. The latest ones were made a year or two before I was born. I’m merely sharing a find. Credit goes to whoever out there in the world originally took these photos. There are thirty of these, so I’ll break them up into several posts over the coming days. I hope you enjoy them. Interestingly, I have taken photos at a couple of the same spots as this mystery photographer. I’ll be posting my shots in tandem with their counterpart from these slides as I find my photos and scan them.

 

Saint Francisville (Final)

This is the third and final post of photos I took on my last trip home. The photos are of a church that I have a bit of a connection to in a third-person sort of way. My father told me years ago that when he was about the age I am now, he helped paint and do roofing work on this church. Considering the fact that this was almost forty years ago, the connection is distant at best. But when I walk past this church, I imagine him much younger and working on this building. Here are the photos. I still marvel that a little point-and-shoot camera could give such great results. I did have to tweak contrast just a tiny bit in post, but it was the smallest amount of adjusting I’ve ever had to do to any images I’ve taken up to this point.

 

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When I go back, I’ll be doing a bit of shooting with my Bronica SQ-A to see what I can do in medium format. I hope you enjoyed these images. My next post will be in color. Portra and the Nikon FA.

 

 

Barrow House Inn, Saint Francisville, LA

I gave it a good college try when I was looking for some riveting information about this bed and breakfast, but came up with nothing more than the place having been built sometime in the first decade of the 1800s. The inn is located on Royal St. in Saint Francisville, LA. The place is actually quite welcoming from the outside, but this angle gave the place bit of a foreboding mood in my mind. Perhaps I’ve watched too many paranormal television shows. Either way, I was pretty pleased with the shot.

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This shot is a detail of the iron work that cradles the inn. As is the way with many local places built in this era, the iron work is what elevates a historic structure to an even greater level of interest and beauty.

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This is one of the planters that lines the front area of the inn where the foundation is built up above street level. I’m not really sure if it is the same period as the inn itself, but I lean toward that not being the case. Either way, the lion faces on them were quite captivating.

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That’s it for today. I hope you did enjoy the photos.

Saint Francisville, Louisiana

A small town in Southeast Louisiana, St. Francisville was founded in 1809 and is home to a large number of historic buildings and homes that are representative of the time period. There’s a Wiki page that has some general information, but you might have fun clicking on the “Myrtles” Wiki link you see. Ghosts!

Speaking of, I feel like I’ve been a ghost lately. Not posting and just reading and silently admiring life happening through the posts of the WP bloggers I follow. I’ve been a busy guy, but admittedly a bit lazy, too. I hope you like the photos I took during my last trip to St. Francisville. They come from my first attempt at B/W film using a point-and-shoot camera. The Olympus Stylus Epic has blown my mind once again. I took a bunch of photos, and almost all of them turned out beautifully, only needing a small tweak because of the intense midday sunlight I was working with. I will admit the photos are rather touristy, but the deep South is not a place where one walks up to someone’s house taking pictures at their doorstep. The police department, the courthouse and the jail are all a block from where these photos were taken, if you know what I mean. 

I’m going to break the photos up into a few posts, so let’s get started with the first post.

 

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This is a house along what is a long street of historic homes. I didn’t have my notebook with me, so I can’t tell you the name of it. Funny thing, though, I met the owner’s son just before I took this photo. The kid was completely oblivious to why people stop to take photos of his house. Poor kid.

 

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This is the garden/backyard of the house in the first photo. I loved the light cutting through the trees down onto the grass. The lawn and the statue did give me a feeling of “Midnight and the Garden of Good and Evil.”

 

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This is a house that tends to be a repeat photo every time I go home to visit. Something about this place makes me want to take rolls of photos. I really do wish I could get closer to this place. The detailing is simply breathtaking. Perhaps next time I go home, I’ll walk up to the door and ask. Hopefully there aren’t any mean guard dogs trotting around.

The combination of the bright sunlight and ASA400 film produced a lot more grain than I wanted in these. I think the next trip will require some Ilford PanF 50. Hope you like these, and look for more tomorrow. 

Ilford Pan F 50 Film

In the days of having more stores carrying film a few years back, I absolutely adored using Ilford PanF 50 film. I mainly only shoot on my off days, which means it can only happen once I drag myself out of bed and have large amounts of coffee. By then, the light conditions are much more conducive to using ASA50 film without a tripod. 

This particular roll of Ilford PanF 50 was taken during a trip to Chattahoochee Nature Center a few years ago. While I know it may be a bit of a cop-out to post old photos instead of new things, these photos are worth sharing.  They haven’t surfaced before now because I have a problem critiquing the images I take. I get the negatives back and always think most of them are terrible. Now that I have the ability to scan them and inspect them on a larger scale, I’ve learned to hold my judgement until the scans are finished. I usually find that I like more of them than I would have otherwise thought. When I only had the prints or contact sheet to critique, it was very difficult for me to “see” the images in front of me.

At any rate, these shots using my Canon Rebel Ti and Ilford Pan F 50 film turned out great, and I’m delighted I gave them a second look. These were scanned with an Epson V500 using their negative holder. The photos, amazingly, were not touched up in any way other than removing dust bunnies here and there.  These have the tones that I usually have to play around with in PS to achieve.  Pardon the excessive patting-my-own-back  narrative in this post. I love these images enough that they deserve a little respect. Enjoy!

For me, this shot was the winner of the day. The tones, the composition, and the clarity of the subject against the  blurred background were all pretty much spot-on.

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Carpenter bee taking a late lunch. I love the way the left and right halves of the photo are different enough to stand on their own as perfectly good images.

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Photo two of the carpenter bee. i like the one above a bit better, but the bee was in better focus in the photo below.

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This shot was a surprise. I didn’t even remember taking it, but I think I pretty much nailed the composition.

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One of the nicer covered bench areas for taking a rest from the nature trail.

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The clarity on this scarecrow is simply amazing. I can’t stop looking at it.

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There are a few shots left from this roll that I’ll post in a day or two. I didn’t want to post everything in one post, plus  I can tell this post is already incredibly long and image-heavy. I hope you enjoyed seeing these. I always appreciate feedback about technique or recommendations of any kind. Feel free to chime in with a comment if you’re so inclined. Thanks!

Photos From the Past

I’ve had these photos for some time, but hesitated to post them because they’re not my work. They’re mostly my mom’s work. The images in this post came from a photo album I smuggled out of my parents’ house several years ago. Good thing, too, because a hurricane all but destroyed this house four years ago.

When my sister called me to tell me what had happened to the house, the first thing I said to her was “Get the photo albums OUT of that house! Any pictures you can find, get them out!” Turns out, my sister had gotten them out of the house shortly after my father moved in with her because he could no longer live alone due to health problems.

In these photos, I am roughly the age my father is in the pictures he’s in. Every time I look through them, I’m drawn into what was my parents’ world before I came into existence. They’re in my hometown of Jackson, Louisiana, which is less than a blip on any map you might come across.

A final note. I pained greatly over whether or not to digitally clean these photos up, as some of them are pretty badly damaged. I am in the process of cleaning up some of the photos that are more extremely damaged, but I decided to present the photos pretty much as they are. I did balance some of them out for better contrast, but only a little bit.. and they’re easy to spot. At any rate,  I do hope you enjoy them.

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This is my mom at roughly 30 years old. This photo was taken where she herself grew up, which is an even more remote place than where they raised me. And it’s not your imagination from the photo. She’s pretty tall.

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This is my dad at roughly 38 years old. I love this photo beyond words. My dad looks so incredibly happy here. Mom and dad had both fairly recently divorced from previous marriages, and it looks like they were really enjoying one another’s company. The shadows in this photo make me smile every time. It’s amazing how the shadows can tell a little more of the story than was originally intended.

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So one thing you might not guess from the photo below is that my mom was the daughter of a preacher. And from what I’m told, he was very devout and extremely strict. That makes me love this photo even more. Mom was a bad girl! I

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This is the last photo I’m posting today, but it’s one of my favorites out of the entire bunch. I love this one because dad is reading a trashy detective magazine. I would have never guessed him to be the type to read such a publication. In all honestly, he was probably bored.

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I hope you enjoyed these. I’ll be busy tomorrow re-sealing a Pentax K1000 that my boyfriend picked up for me in the midwest. If I’m done early enough. I’ll be putting a test roll through it. Once all that is done, I’ll be touching up some of the really bad photos from the series you see in this post. I am all about keeping things as they are, but some of these photos are damaged beyond being really enjoyable. I hope you have a great weekend, and I’ll be posting soon.