Last week I lamented the loss of cheap, convenient color film processing and wondered whether I should learn to process my own film. It got me thinking about the one roll of film I processed myself, way back in 1984.
I was building my first camera collection by scouring garage sales and antique stores. I bought most cameras for a dollar or two; five dollars was my upper limit. I wanted to shoot with them, but film and processing were expensive. I had two or three dozen cameras then, but I had put film into only my Kodak Duaflex II and my Kodak Brownie Starmatic.
My Argus A-Four was my first and only 35mm camera, and I was eager to try it. A buddy of mine was taking a photography class in school, so he hooked me up with a roll of bulk-loaded film (probably Kodak Plus-X) and encouraged me to go to town. “When you’re done shooting,” he said, “we’ll go into the school darkroom and see how it all turned out.”
I had little money then. When I used up weeks’ worth of allowance to shoot one of my cameras, I wanted every shot to count. But this free film and processing let me really relax and experiment. That was a good thing, because I had absolutely no idea what I was doing with f stops and shutter speeds. My buddy said, “Relax. f/8 and be there.”
Later in the darkroom, I discovered that processing film is tedious and unexciting. I enjoyed making a contact sheet from the developed negatives – but as the images emerged, I was disappointed that only a few of them turned out. The rest were badly over- or under-exposed.
I could not have imagined that almost thirty years later, modern technology would rescue most of these photographs. I used my film scanner to digitize them, and Photoshop Elements to cover my exposure sins.
This is where I went to high school. The building was torn down about 15 years ago. I remember not being able to back up enough to get the whole building in the frame, so I took three shots from left to right and figured I’d lay them in series for sort of a poor-man’s panorama. Unfortunately, I double-exposed one of the shots, nixing the idea. But this, the first shot in the series, was accidentally relatively well composed.
I also shot my elementary school, which was renovated and expanded a few years ago. Unfortunately, that project laid a driveway across the front of the building, which led to that great tree’s demise. That didn’t damage my warm feelings toward this building and my happy years as a student here.
This blue spruce stood in the corner of our yard until it died about 20 years ago. It was enormous! I couldn’t manage to squeeze it into one frame without backing up so far that half the neighborhood ended up in my shot, too. So I took three photos of sequence of it, and all of them were overexposed. But Photoshop Elements fixed the exposure and Autostitch made the three images one. This tree was a local landmark and I’m so glad to have this good photo of it now.
Standing in the doorway of my childhood bedroom, I opened the aperture wide and hoped for the best in this shot. That’s my brother’s bedroom there. The round mirror came from the 1899 Oliver Hotel in South Bend just before it was torn down in 1967. It has hung in that spot since 1976.
I even tried some night photography on a very late walk home from a school event. A city bus route ran along my street; this was probably the last run of the night. It’s heading southbound as it passes under a street light. I am proud of my 17-year-old self for trying this.
Here’s the same street during the day. This is my friend Karen and her car. She used to drive me home from school every day.
One last shot, this time a close crop of an otherwise throwaway shot in which I found a reflection of myself. I remember well the fussy shutter button on that Argus camera but not my dorky-looking technique for getting it to fire.
I am amused that I took all of these photos within walking distance of my childhood home. The high school stood at one end of our eight-block-long street, Erskine Blvd., and the elementary school stood around the corner from the other end. Every other photo comes from Erskine Blvd. itself. Such a small world I had in 1984.
See modern-day photos of
Erskine Boulevard here.