|Pebbles from my picture of my dad's print in which Pebbles is 4 times life size and every hair of hers is clearly visible. My father prided himself on how sharp all his photos were. He refused to print any of mine that were not.|
That's Pebbles!!!Didn't you notice?
Large format (4x5 film)photography means lots of large equipment that must be carried somehow. Our station wagon on these trips was filled to the brim with it and it had to loaded everyday in and out of the car. The regular luggage was carried on top. He loved to take pictures of pets. I was in charge of lighting when going to people's houses or the dog and cat shows. He would lecture me on f-stops, apertures, exposure times, depth of field and their mathematical relationships at an early age quizzing me to make sure I was paying attention. When we lived in NY, we went to at least 2 homes in which they would be characterized now as belonging to 'animal hoarders'. Those people in particular thought of themselves as 'animal rescuers' giving me detailed accounts on how so and so was saved from certain death. The first home had more than 30 kitties in in. I remember being terrified as several of them had jumped on me at once. My father had his own parking spot at the Detroit Zoo (he supplied them with photos in return). One of the pieces I had to carry was the 'peacock mirror'. I was to place this 16x20 mirror fashioned from foil on a print mat in front of a male peacock enticing him to strut his feathers in some testosterone frenzy at its image while my father got the shot.
Another of my chores was to type up his articles for photography magazines. I tried to edit them as he would write 'this works pretty good'. But he was paid for them and they were published. Of course I am a 'published author ' too (google me) but I think my company needed to pay someone for this to happen.
He printed his own black and white photos to in a darkroom in the basement. I helped him 'dodge': which is using this red cellophane wands over too white areas so they wouldn't look bleached out upon printing.
When he retired, he started a photographic equipment business specializing in special filters that he manufactured himself. If he had more business sense, this would have been more profitable than it was. After his death, the stock photography agents returned boxes upon boxes of unsold transparencies to me. As some of them are of family members, I don't want to throw them out just yet. Digital photography really put an end to his stock business.