Looking through my old scanned negatives, looks like 2003 was a big year for me in the field of self portraits . . .
When I was in college, I worked all four years for the athletic department’s apparel company. This meant having more access to the stadium and Assembly Hall than other students would. I mostly worked the busy games, but would also occasionally work shifts in the warehouse or store within Assembly Hall.
Sure I got some pretty good shots when I was working the games, as our stands would be dead during the games so we were allowed to watch. (I’d say my seats were pretty good–we got to stand on the floor.) But these pictures I took during the late fall, once the stadium had emptied following an early season game, are some of my favorites.
I took these sometimes during the fall of 2003.
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Fridays are my “post old photos and hopefully do so in a coherent manner” day. You’re welcome (for not overindulging myself and posting some every day).
Prints from slides are expensive. At one point in my life I knew this and chose against having prints made from the rolls of slide film I shot during the first two weeks of my color photo class in college. Slides do not fit through my scanner, however, which put me in the situation where I would either just have these slides forever or have to pay to turn them into prints or digital copies. And then I once more forgot slides were expensive until I went to pick them up (however not as expensive as dry cleaning–I’d recommend not doing a year’s worth at once).
$56 later I had in hand prints from three archival book sheets of slides I deemed worthy of printing out. Yuck.
Thank God I did not print them all.
Sadly, these look so much better as slides. And the wearing of my scanner (I guess my usage is heavier than most) doesn’t do much for them either . . .
I shot these in college during a bright, early September day down by the reservoir and the woods surrounding it. It was one of the first times I met Andrew and the first time doing a photo project with Adria living in the same town. I remember how my photo instructor had just “lectured” on the golden hour the week before and it was the first time I experienced that time with that knowledge.
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I recently had an “A ha!” moment when it comes to my backlog/archive of photos (aka my photo hoarding). Starting today, Fridays will be my “post old photos and hopefully do so in a coherent manner” day. You’re welcome (for not overindulging myself and posting some every day).