There’s something a bit poignant about looking at some images and realizing they were the last photographs ever taken by a person who had an enthusiasm for photography most of t...
Last year whilst visiting Mongolia we travelled to Baganuur, once a Soviet Army base, now an abandoned relic of a different age. The base itself is worthy of a separate post at ...
To photographers, the word portraiture conjures up an image of a human subject posing for a photograph. But what if the person is no longer with us and cannot be photographed? W...
Recently, I stumbled upon a collection of old slides from the 1980s, depicting a fascinating African journey. Although the individuals captured in these images are unknown to me...
This is a story of one man’s journey in seven photographs. It was actually meant to be a discussion about the superb resolving power of lenses and emulsions in the very early 20...
I’ve been digitizing negatives for over 15 years and collecting them for almost 40. I have never seen any of the original Kodak camera negatives, so when I recently looked...
In June 1952, my maternal grandparents embarked on a life-changing move Graz, Austria, from their home since WWII, to New York City. My grandmother, six months pregnant with my ...
Some years ago my late father handed me a cardboard box containing 100’s of his father’s negatives dating from the 1920’s onwards. The vast majority in bulk and number are 4¼” X...