tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16630462806764679602024-03-13T00:18:17.172-04:00SHADOWS OF AMERICAOn July of 1888 Eastman Kodak placed a camera on the market with the slogan, "You press the button, we do the rest". For the first time in history the masses could now record history with the push of a button. No harsh chemicals were needed to bring alive forever moments in time.
In 1901 Eastman Kodak introduced the Kodak Brownie and the rest is history.Just call me Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04695036328983073870noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663046280676467960.post-68537936927271597772012-03-18T22:05:00.003-04:002012-03-18T22:40:05.443-04:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Okay I admit I have been absent from this site for ages--but recently a lot has changed. Big news is this site will be linked to a new page.<br /><br />The reason?<br /><br />First I have met so many great folks as of late, both in Columbus and locally. The Ohio and Erie Towpath has been ripe for photography with the great early spring. Being there, on the path, has opened the door for many new viewers.<br /><br />It has been rather embarrassing to send new friends here because nothing is fresh since I keep slapping pictures on Facebook instead of here, where they truly belong.<br /><br />So this is the deal.<br /><br />I have this site for black and whites, which I love, but there will also be a site for color.<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Two reasons. First I want people to see and enjoy some of my best work.<br /><br />Secondly I want to start selling more photos. I have blessed by selling numerous photos this past year, now it is time to make the bigger move by selling online.<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Last summer my Canon fell to the kitchen floor taking my camera and best lens off to digital heaven. As hard as I try to save money to pay cash for a new camera, something always comes up to clean out my savings. I live on disability so my camera money comes from rehabing photos for customers and selling my work.<br /><br />As of today the camera (Canon 60D) and lens will cost $1,195. My savings was $475 last week. Today it is zip. So I will once again look for a grant, but in reality selling will get me there quicker which of course will make me a bit more proud.<br /><br />Sales and donations can be handled through PayPal.<br /><br />Give me a few days to set up a new shop and please come back. The coffee pot is always on and the best pie in town is here at Shelly's Cafe.</span>Just call me Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04695036328983073870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663046280676467960.post-39693205538839508782009-10-11T12:41:00.026-04:002009-10-17T14:56:37.904-04:00A NEW COLLECTION OF BLACK AND WHITES<span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" >Black and white photo lovers, this is a hodge-podge , if you will, compilation of photos I have restored . The trick was to find a sense of order to place the photos and after much shifting from one spot to another it may finally make sense. If not just enjoy them.<br /><br />I am finding new ways to restore older photos that are not necessarily in this set.Work is steadily coming in, enough to keep some spending money for developing numerous black and whites, mostly to 5x7's and putting them away into albums. Now that the cold, damp days have settled into the Ohio Valley there will be numerous more hours to devote to this art. Fellow Buckeyes haven't seen much of the sum for the last two weeks. Sigh, welcome to Ohio.<br /><br />Now as for the new computer most of you have heard about, the money is set aside for the next phase of technology here at the bunker. The 23rd of this month Microsoft will finally release Windows 7 at which time I hope to replace my trusty Sony VAIO for a HP of unknown model at this time. I give this 5 year old work horse a five star rating and hopefully will find another computer as dependable as this critter. I have no idea what I will do with my Sony desktop yet, but a little tune up will probably turn it into a nice back-up. FYI, Sony no longer makes a desk top, only laptops and the hugely expensive all-in-ones. But this site is not about computers but photographs so let us move on.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Click on photos for enlargement</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >Automotive</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTTFHG8LjNoNksfMeeltDDnIU1XXqI4Xsu54PlOGIIIW64Wgt_BfcdxrrMne_yDMM9oFDG1U8isRjSS6LobxsUP8sh4hzTribR5cIBKCDhVETPB9GXOvO0DbsKI5wRt4iA2la7NUGYAH3T/s1600-h/snowford.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTTFHG8LjNoNksfMeeltDDnIU1XXqI4Xsu54PlOGIIIW64Wgt_BfcdxrrMne_yDMM9oFDG1U8isRjSS6LobxsUP8sh4hzTribR5cIBKCDhVETPB9GXOvO0DbsKI5wRt4iA2la7NUGYAH3T/s400/snowford.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391391015399005346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;">Children--do not try this at home. But considering how slow "green" electric cars move, there is little doubt the sled could move at a dangerous speed.. Besides it looks rather flat around there.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5pIh_nziWLweYxXlIJFI8bokWXXHdFrKjUc8N4ImhR9NJQJ-DDxxTY8xI9gQZCEVaQbHzBkCTan_hmBCDehJrelw_a_vXmXh9PCkIfb8xwVyWDNmMwHlNPbzYqryLVpVnPopwO1Kwv4X/s1600-h/369xo2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5pIh_nziWLweYxXlIJFI8bokWXXHdFrKjUc8N4ImhR9NJQJ-DDxxTY8xI9gQZCEVaQbHzBkCTan_hmBCDehJrelw_a_vXmXh9PCkIfb8xwVyWDNmMwHlNPbzYqryLVpVnPopwO1Kwv4X/s400/369xo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391386580551805682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;">How did that Bobby McFerrin song go a decade ago-- Don't worry, be happy. I mean what's a little mud between friends.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Get the shovel ma if ya want to git to the picture show."</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMcLG0X3bBHM0jZvKtv3PI72WpoQSy-Q8-TK9TacfwxoXifql4zVF2yn7zUW4kRfbKR5_BTDfge-Ph4HjHt3QhEuQwWDdLiaWxZLcb3rFLqzU5LQgfleWrcEgp0OBGCL5-Q4Z7y0XQLkp/s1600-h/Jalopy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMcLG0X3bBHM0jZvKtv3PI72WpoQSy-Q8-TK9TacfwxoXifql4zVF2yn7zUW4kRfbKR5_BTDfge-Ph4HjHt3QhEuQwWDdLiaWxZLcb3rFLqzU5LQgfleWrcEgp0OBGCL5-Q4Z7y0XQLkp/s400/Jalopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391387667378539186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;">When you lose the race then become a billboard. Reminds me of the jalopies that raced about my hometown's track back in Iowa back in my youth. No years need to be mentioned.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMGQ8HYlFeZ8xt1VS7nMjk0cpqszrLJLmQHiMFFwwi_O1OgSFWXclP9veWwB-g6xryvTeEzP4lDPLTfMaFQvg94Y258-9W6pIzOIFgJ_xLz3qEuISdybsdKs49QZvesvJPd7QwjiJTd8yX/s1600-h/old+tourist+Car.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMGQ8HYlFeZ8xt1VS7nMjk0cpqszrLJLmQHiMFFwwi_O1OgSFWXclP9veWwB-g6xryvTeEzP4lDPLTfMaFQvg94Y258-9W6pIzOIFgJ_xLz3qEuISdybsdKs49QZvesvJPd7QwjiJTd8yX/s400/old+tourist+Car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391390377471641106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;">I have seen versions of this style of early buses in national park photographs. Not sure this was a park bus, but the male driver sure had a bevy of beauties to haul about.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0NabBFRh9KbYqNPKYjl2EoJoGqkwjv6_qF2IgJe7WUTMZL7yBMyJLQ2yhzlh2c090A4albihe4gf1-0zY3Tz2CJ0WDvQaYz17ClVk9GQINfl9Fx51UpNlgWgvy5V3E1W9-f2NDBRtr5G/s1600-h/carshop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0NabBFRh9KbYqNPKYjl2EoJoGqkwjv6_qF2IgJe7WUTMZL7yBMyJLQ2yhzlh2c090A4albihe4gf1-0zY3Tz2CJ0WDvQaYz17ClVk9GQINfl9Fx51UpNlgWgvy5V3E1W9-f2NDBRtr5G/s400/carshop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391386994077305186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;">Gas, tires, parts or a cheap car. Stop by Gus's Gas where the gals hang out. Cash only though. No MasterCard accepted here.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUywVo9okf4eARiWxqBdS0sDGDs_6SyrsavwSd-bkznRUwfLCUHaxhSr-wtvxcLDPyyVSFNy1y8BQ5taZv02fNXS33WKhGotyrK-osyKcGb672tlaZW-xP8Bj16PxzEsSvyM87eEn2Q08/s1600-h/259ca.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUywVo9okf4eARiWxqBdS0sDGDs_6SyrsavwSd-bkznRUwfLCUHaxhSr-wtvxcLDPyyVSFNy1y8BQ5taZv02fNXS33WKhGotyrK-osyKcGb672tlaZW-xP8Bj16PxzEsSvyM87eEn2Q08/s400/259ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391386312170175378" border="0" /></a>You know, the headlights are bigger than these kids heads. So tell me, which one is brighter.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzVRzNN_J_ojrZziYIRbcIMwQnh5CtkvbpePTF-hDsONX8iykaR5zdXM6ttVT41MrFHCz-EKUMfNQyuPRLaJ0yh2jNorIzWNmH47R35HqcMdtIIzQgFVsJHwQu8yXHtDx8ASksaCiHlE6/s1600-h/99ba.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzVRzNN_J_ojrZziYIRbcIMwQnh5CtkvbpePTF-hDsONX8iykaR5zdXM6ttVT41MrFHCz-EKUMfNQyuPRLaJ0yh2jNorIzWNmH47R35HqcMdtIIzQgFVsJHwQu8yXHtDx8ASksaCiHlE6/s400/99ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391390702265039698" border="0" /></a>I'm not sure if she was an aeronautical pilot or a delivery worker. Maybe she delivered WWI pizza's?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqO-qNdUxnX8owLju8BtMY-FbsprZz47tdr7LJsc4PAbre__DEzfiwIcE5jCalpDNSFFwllAo64Iq_wZ4iQb5fcyHDe4UmsU4-L69KY4GKgQGcFGEPozA06EohHZO7fzTBoQWK1T3ABzFb/s1600-h/66cx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqO-qNdUxnX8owLju8BtMY-FbsprZz47tdr7LJsc4PAbre__DEzfiwIcE5jCalpDNSFFwllAo64Iq_wZ4iQb5fcyHDe4UmsU4-L69KY4GKgQGcFGEPozA06EohHZO7fzTBoQWK1T3ABzFb/s400/66cx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391385266782178562" border="0" /></a>Iif you were filthy rich and spoiled you had your own Hudson at three years of age in a time when most folks had little to call there own. Actually she may have been the sweetest kid on the block. Who knows?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Steam Locomotives</span><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhYjILc2E0P0XCM1bsSDaX05CZXTaZtsBFzzRzwnq-oZIeZjX_VUhvTW7M_R8AJamzeeFXtPNuEjNB9oARneFYN5KBWAIRdEAf_R4F0znV1mAI6MUJAlASEL5OvbogPX4E99VVhuzS5gYz/s1600-h/03z2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhYjILc2E0P0XCM1bsSDaX05CZXTaZtsBFzzRzwnq-oZIeZjX_VUhvTW7M_R8AJamzeeFXtPNuEjNB9oARneFYN5KBWAIRdEAf_R4F0znV1mAI6MUJAlASEL5OvbogPX4E99VVhuzS5gYz/s400/03z2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391384009144267602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4tkAbrS6Gds28y2OkYfuHYZkpyKm9CA1MnF9reCvO9Yto2Se81hFJW_deKECKzcP9RQV-M0tMMP_pRkrdROhopfjgCWMgx4YMW_qud8h4qJSiWVuKiyKq6GLEGkx8IMqelNoon9Jyk56/s1600-h/19ck3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4tkAbrS6Gds28y2OkYfuHYZkpyKm9CA1MnF9reCvO9Yto2Se81hFJW_deKECKzcP9RQV-M0tMMP_pRkrdROhopfjgCWMgx4YMW_qud8h4qJSiWVuKiyKq6GLEGkx8IMqelNoon9Jyk56/s400/19ck3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391384997692333042" border="0" /></a>Actually I know very little about these trains, but this one looks an awful lot like the coal shoots we had not far from here. I can recall my dad taking us down there one Sunday after church when steam was almost all but gone.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZS34yB6Wnfgo07hELaRXa-3TgOyUFM4EfK5u5MTkvTjEOFk55nwMZ9Osn9n2ErBMIokwnKp6sYnlop4HJzw1uIKdodweuehOEsbUlCEZvr1EMf8jIB-E-fUD7_XG-Rv28mFnwZ_LuoO0/s1600-h/16b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZS34yB6Wnfgo07hELaRXa-3TgOyUFM4EfK5u5MTkvTjEOFk55nwMZ9Osn9n2ErBMIokwnKp6sYnlop4HJzw1uIKdodweuehOEsbUlCEZvr1EMf8jIB-E-fUD7_XG-Rv28mFnwZ_LuoO0/s400/16b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391384172043969186" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />Homesteads and Towns.</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqaUqsE7aTWqVgUjtIXc4-qENm19M2UN8bIhbS2IQ1DJdMkToZMW-Fjdf3WuKgjIhIAoKUo1DHt1EeplFqIQp7YIQLPSfxzVkJy73NfCLKoTNYsUjvfLESpJJbPqb0FXq59d7SlNM13CZI/s1600-h/shabtytowne.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqaUqsE7aTWqVgUjtIXc4-qENm19M2UN8bIhbS2IQ1DJdMkToZMW-Fjdf3WuKgjIhIAoKUo1DHt1EeplFqIQp7YIQLPSfxzVkJy73NfCLKoTNYsUjvfLESpJJbPqb0FXq59d7SlNM13CZI/s400/shabtytowne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391390228352410610" border="0" /></a>The next time I am in Walmart and hear a sugared up kid screaming because he needs another Wi Machine or other expensive toy, I will consider sending him back to a time where a roof was the number one consideration for many people. I have numerous hard time photos only because the depression was the time black and whites were popular and numerous.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE2Yh0x1Pmuaow_x6opG9GwHotonzLb5_81dl27N3bkdeQrmGIO_BXuUWH3c8vlFsTPOWOBebhDEY6WKQ348BLMIuh3yolw8yRSJtbtu0rcYGePY_nrbhRv7rGCmS-C4yjXjfXzW_5fjUw/s1600-h/old+town.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE2Yh0x1Pmuaow_x6opG9GwHotonzLb5_81dl27N3bkdeQrmGIO_BXuUWH3c8vlFsTPOWOBebhDEY6WKQ348BLMIuh3yolw8yRSJtbtu0rcYGePY_nrbhRv7rGCmS-C4yjXjfXzW_5fjUw/s400/old+town.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391390495297549762" border="0" /></a>Nope, no idea where this is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYKIzmlkiZKYxMI5uWedO7twIlzPUG6phyphenhyphenwUD099b5OyIwfcH_IREekiFY-aLLgVyxE4mZRdtELkNoxOIJgThLtSj-eFjKTYFzoroO05TpB45TJlkrf2xiDRKXRhf3e9JZp1M8HCrgoB-8/s1600-h/105ake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYKIzmlkiZKYxMI5uWedO7twIlzPUG6phyphenhyphenwUD099b5OyIwfcH_IREekiFY-aLLgVyxE4mZRdtELkNoxOIJgThLtSj-eFjKTYFzoroO05TpB45TJlkrf2xiDRKXRhf3e9JZp1M8HCrgoB-8/s400/105ake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391385662637898786" border="0" /></a>Nor here, but I would guess Kansas or South Dakota.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >World War I</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOjhGXubFd-FDfqCUAgf5pJ3IMgfuVQUv7hZjFGHydABlmUfPM9SH7QdFt_DbG_mtheP4AOtiDQuuhVothA9kYE4lAaF0ebuqAr2cYLl57D49ye1zs2MLKFn0H2xLhDuZGkKNTiq4CPye/s1600-h/girl+scouts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOjhGXubFd-FDfqCUAgf5pJ3IMgfuVQUv7hZjFGHydABlmUfPM9SH7QdFt_DbG_mtheP4AOtiDQuuhVothA9kYE4lAaF0ebuqAr2cYLl57D49ye1zs2MLKFn0H2xLhDuZGkKNTiq4CPye/s400/girl+scouts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391387254683443202" border="0" /></a>The story here is the Girl Scouts down south asked people to save their peach pits, which in turn was turned into charcoal, which in turn was eventually turned into gun powder.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjatyD01ioQGP3YUpNPNFnmabgS2rN6nEnK6BeNI_sTIbs-qxvRX93ahvE_NljJBachyPgOHkuzTojC-nw780SHZFpWarpegWpNsWRxeyJeErQvQ_gSMGQU0EJSvsl9k5U3Qvem4WSL00jk/s1600-h/img862.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjatyD01ioQGP3YUpNPNFnmabgS2rN6nEnK6BeNI_sTIbs-qxvRX93ahvE_NljJBachyPgOHkuzTojC-nw780SHZFpWarpegWpNsWRxeyJeErQvQ_gSMGQU0EJSvsl9k5U3Qvem4WSL00jk/s400/img862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391388297675046370" border="0" /></a>This is a downsized poster which was turned into a 4x6 which, by the way, are for sale for anyone who does scrap booking. If you have son or daughter in the military and you are keeping a book, this may look nice in the mix of photos. Of course you don't need to scrapbook to own one. I am in the process of scanning old ads and posters to turn into photos.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >Wild West</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHl4PKbCpjSC7yUBvlnTTrD74M-nbm4Rq3N7rI_8fARMADurcqI5iiMHgseYapTJvk3RQVijRLund7AN16zsK8r1RmARfryd0pxvRfJNdzQqoJlEBuIGDQ-AoVtUgaB_-l7twFQnrISBt/s1600-h/89o2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHl4PKbCpjSC7yUBvlnTTrD74M-nbm4Rq3N7rI_8fARMADurcqI5iiMHgseYapTJvk3RQVijRLund7AN16zsK8r1RmARfryd0pxvRfJNdzQqoJlEBuIGDQ-AoVtUgaB_-l7twFQnrISBt/s400/89o2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391385873838234514" border="0" /></a>I did a quick search on Indian photographs and it looks like Geronimo. Can't be certain, but my searches have not stopped. This old photo was given to me to fix up for a friend. I have seen this photo before, but the restoration of this copy came out great.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOU-Jy17pVTdPJvpDAhZrgcWpqq6B7w9tffzunutS4gT6BMRWfcBkZvBWN7rSzbsRbNE73HtrcQfsKrVcjjnnckai_ofTupwBaKsSRKedvT__8D75AT9gmeWljIgTrkQqlJJ_oANBLaDp/s1600-h/75zj.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOU-Jy17pVTdPJvpDAhZrgcWpqq6B7w9tffzunutS4gT6BMRWfcBkZvBWN7rSzbsRbNE73HtrcQfsKrVcjjnnckai_ofTupwBaKsSRKedvT__8D75AT9gmeWljIgTrkQqlJJ_oANBLaDp/s400/75zj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391385384997266802" border="0" /></a><br />This is also a familiar photo I have made into 5x7's. It is Buffalo Bill Cody and his side kicks, Pawnee Bill and Buffalo Jones. Of course he started the Wild West Shows in 1883 near North Platte, Nebraska.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXngjtNkje1cKgMIfkSwvM46j_B9V-ATs2uoMSEpG5OstPtWQ7JQ7cdhF9NbdUYkRjE5H0N0R0zXRiadA38J30jq6doDjIZe0Kzm1QEy4OJPj8zcWY6_b6gT3W7bhNU_7EISozJn3R03f/s1600-h/img864.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXngjtNkje1cKgMIfkSwvM46j_B9V-ATs2uoMSEpG5OstPtWQ7JQ7cdhF9NbdUYkRjE5H0N0R0zXRiadA38J30jq6doDjIZe0Kzm1QEy4OJPj8zcWY6_b6gT3W7bhNU_7EISozJn3R03f/s400/img864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391391763910408050" border="0" /></a>Wild west? Nope. Wild hill! These are two girls from an actual police photo. The revenuers raided their grandpa's still which they protected. After the police took away their ammo they had them pose for the snapshot.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Kids</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5sW2ZdcFtCzKJ0ew23cb-vkJLEFsohl_MLwnbeYNmG2mwFA3FRzRe23XIvmMK928AhPjKHxRFi_7eWWAROpYls2wE-Uv_ji-yXSctlqMTTFn7LkrOTz8k_qQxvGjqodqjG540C1rxsCQo/s1600-h/05zp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5sW2ZdcFtCzKJ0ew23cb-vkJLEFsohl_MLwnbeYNmG2mwFA3FRzRe23XIvmMK928AhPjKHxRFi_7eWWAROpYls2wE-Uv_ji-yXSctlqMTTFn7LkrOTz8k_qQxvGjqodqjG540C1rxsCQo/s400/05zp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391383901893253394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Not much I can add here. I restored these photos of which I can tell you little of, other than the two unhappy bathers are Indian children. I would guess the bottom photo is taken along a canal. of which we here in Ohio have our our early history based around. Ohio Erie Canal? Who knows, but it would be nice to know.<br /></div></div><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Customer/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/03z2.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2tNDcjwsIjtm1Dr6-DUQjxeX_y_WAFr0QcH-K1dKsOSR9utDmcYElrwGzRpIUgnADysiJ4pC7XtvIhbyi37GFCaLeYXlxbpu2eZeZdIr49mBvYPQr6mM8uJyR_BIrIc8k34mC7osqPzi/s1600-h/21as2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2tNDcjwsIjtm1Dr6-DUQjxeX_y_WAFr0QcH-K1dKsOSR9utDmcYElrwGzRpIUgnADysiJ4pC7XtvIhbyi37GFCaLeYXlxbpu2eZeZdIr49mBvYPQr6mM8uJyR_BIrIc8k34mC7osqPzi/s400/21as2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391384350829924994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPF4azOM7L24Xf50Jiulb9mlz-hfk87t53Eh3gk-cCbGU-9hXl4dFF7QxU7Ak3PVi9SKcYsNgXhi4NfcorJhyCNjJshAR1NQgk5nVufw_MohVvWB_QMgMQ2VNMvAVQ1UoPKJY6MMYPOJpE/s1600-h/three+kids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPF4azOM7L24Xf50Jiulb9mlz-hfk87t53Eh3gk-cCbGU-9hXl4dFF7QxU7Ak3PVi9SKcYsNgXhi4NfcorJhyCNjJshAR1NQgk5nVufw_MohVvWB_QMgMQ2VNMvAVQ1UoPKJY6MMYPOJpE/s400/three+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391387801806307410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIMhvQGojT7Ne1Cu6fHJWf9e8p-rQaZ-MO4TUUf8zAfg6SyXNmmGrWPST286G9V1r7SdRJfNBtw8kNoMwFXx-tdJs7J62QysNzden5LmCXNHWaaRP_GmLwbpJMkiF8wgCdh98vkeedcWx/s1600-h/203sk2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIMhvQGojT7Ne1Cu6fHJWf9e8p-rQaZ-MO4TUUf8zAfg6SyXNmmGrWPST286G9V1r7SdRJfNBtw8kNoMwFXx-tdJs7J62QysNzden5LmCXNHWaaRP_GmLwbpJMkiF8wgCdh98vkeedcWx/s400/203sk2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391386132944665282" border="0" /></a>That is it for this bunch. Of course there are more, I restore them faster them the speed of light (not hardly). Some old family portraits have taken numerous hours to get to the point where I am satisfied.<br /><br />I am going to be posting some new color shots on the Cafe site soon. Can't mix the two, you know.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: courier new;">Remember, any and all prints here are for sale</span></span>Just call me Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04695036328983073870noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663046280676467960.post-30184531613166688792009-09-29T11:15:00.016-04:002009-09-30T14:39:10.397-04:00SCHOOL DAYS PART DEUX<span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" >If you have been a faithful follower of Shadows you know we presented a list of early school pictures from the Appalachian section of Ohio taken in the late 1920's through early 1930. Last summer the same friend who gave me most of the pictures from the previous post also gave me the ones I am displaying today. The last few are an exception and came from another source.<br /><br />It is interesting to study the faces. Again, that is the beauty of black and white. There is only a small amount of touch up because I did not want to change the features of the vintage photo.<br /><br />One great news flash to offer my readers--I have now saved, scrimped and fought tooth and nail to save up the needed money to buy my new super computer. Horaay! But the caveat is I feel it is important to buy the extended warranty that allows the Geek Squad to come to my home and repair the computer if necessary for three years. That jacks up the cost another $150, which puts that carrot back out on the string for a while. But soon I will be able to run more programs without the computer crashing. I will clean up the hard drive on my old dependable Sony and sell it to someone who wants a great computer but doesn't need to run a ton of power grabbing photo programs.</span><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />I am very anti-credit card, especially after my Sears card went up to 26 percent interest, so to get this computer plus my scanner by saving and selling on e-bay shows that most anyone can live without credit. My little cottage industry will never borrow from the credit card robber barons. And yes, I have made a few dollars here and there doing restoration work.<br /><br />Now it is time to get off the soap box.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PHb2iF4zs2g5q7yxqarB82YPKdAP652Wh3RiqllroeK_1dp0IycpRCxaTbNBhaAmLOsALcRIYs2nLnrAxafIk3a66gvGDJotOdKmWZmhlTytgYBtUuuBPMvbh58BCR1qQuPZBEuK_75G/s1600-h/img264e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PHb2iF4zs2g5q7yxqarB82YPKdAP652Wh3RiqllroeK_1dp0IycpRCxaTbNBhaAmLOsALcRIYs2nLnrAxafIk3a66gvGDJotOdKmWZmhlTytgYBtUuuBPMvbh58BCR1qQuPZBEuK_75G/s400/img264e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386916492409344290" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">I love this guy. There is a sense he knows something we don't. Osh Kosh was defiantly the style down yonder</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxDPXIk48oEN2spGvR3j8hEAXyxk4LgEH3X4TDVyKzy1QAMXqS9hReZ0a4tUHRxY9HbaKOUMzKLRRFhB6KHesGBj4yWxjKW81RHQ8ZyRQOMVb4pXgYHFjteoOfHCNm_J63uyASl_U_iZ6y/s1600-h/img287e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxDPXIk48oEN2spGvR3j8hEAXyxk4LgEH3X4TDVyKzy1QAMXqS9hReZ0a4tUHRxY9HbaKOUMzKLRRFhB6KHesGBj4yWxjKW81RHQ8ZyRQOMVb4pXgYHFjteoOfHCNm_J63uyASl_U_iZ6y/s400/img287e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386912421773443970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" >I'm not sure but this might be from the 1950's only because the glasses are what my classmates adorned during my school days.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfN1WS_8Dz3aJXCAsGLSo9gf3UsHP7pyLb87ooc-_eNyYKK5dAHyZrldMFSJymStI6tvuxoaSCQrQD_1u7V3cpldjMKGYPOM28sjBUd_4-kxHiXmjaHe5kH4hguw3jGQR_WI5-iO4rVM0D/s1600-h/img286e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfN1WS_8Dz3aJXCAsGLSo9gf3UsHP7pyLb87ooc-_eNyYKK5dAHyZrldMFSJymStI6tvuxoaSCQrQD_1u7V3cpldjMKGYPOM28sjBUd_4-kxHiXmjaHe5kH4hguw3jGQR_WI5-iO4rVM0D/s400/img286e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386912128486208354" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now wouldn't you have straightened out his tie if you were the photographer. Well straight or crooked at least he had a smile for the camera man.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZ16JIkHQ-DchSXhyphenhyphen4QDyOGRDc73v7w1HX1Lbb151g86B83Fi1OswVM2WBPPYHs5nhp1cDTKndA7_Pc4dBkNQPuAlqMWr1NWesXNVmEakWFmXCtElMReL0jtlkHAQNZCZUWXjgB7gJXds/s1600-h/img285e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZ16JIkHQ-DchSXhyphenhyphen4QDyOGRDc73v7w1HX1Lbb151g86B83Fi1OswVM2WBPPYHs5nhp1cDTKndA7_Pc4dBkNQPuAlqMWr1NWesXNVmEakWFmXCtElMReL0jtlkHAQNZCZUWXjgB7gJXds/s400/img285e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386911915635520066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">I detect a little Cherokee in her blood which was not uncommon for families in that area to have American Indian in their blood. </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_fWg3rlKCoSOyWjdf5zVWIggCv_4z6rdaarau46ZwHG5xZhJTorI9Mu9FCStPSonLQIP5tOH-Nl0G0BAu5lMq3f_71W2Mct3x8eWZ6YLTWyG6MFmruU5acAdAfbWmhBLq0p9qkczIRJOf/s1600-h/img284e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_fWg3rlKCoSOyWjdf5zVWIggCv_4z6rdaarau46ZwHG5xZhJTorI9Mu9FCStPSonLQIP5tOH-Nl0G0BAu5lMq3f_71W2Mct3x8eWZ6YLTWyG6MFmruU5acAdAfbWmhBLq0p9qkczIRJOf/s400/img284e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386911544298058098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Two boys. Two bibs. Two struggle to smile. Like the last post it seems like families doubled up to save money on school photos. Would I wanted my older brother to be in my picture. Hmm, probably so.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8JxWNXPePzD449Bs-9F-98t6Mir94PdebJ2UCQYf1gEfOguDzd0eSgME-2VNhrR_v9-8aJ5B1ta1HexkORIjbZM1bj4YEHQ7FkM1w2W0CB-ke2P69zAKMtYlwortGqpCqHRi3BIqwYFt/s1600-h/img281e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8JxWNXPePzD449Bs-9F-98t6Mir94PdebJ2UCQYf1gEfOguDzd0eSgME-2VNhrR_v9-8aJ5B1ta1HexkORIjbZM1bj4YEHQ7FkM1w2W0CB-ke2P69zAKMtYlwortGqpCqHRi3BIqwYFt/s400/img281e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386911212669786930" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Got to love these boys.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQcXlPA5JXtENxWVgTW4gxrnSDAUMOIKrToqImNBfxkWzNY87m9Vteu2gTHhGSVzx2obK2mjQYkXHLH6LHJ7o57GNkBOcSOVwit9l3EAqq5wj5vP4zxjOVrefBpMluksnbxsszd2UFiPLh/s1600-h/img279e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQcXlPA5JXtENxWVgTW4gxrnSDAUMOIKrToqImNBfxkWzNY87m9Vteu2gTHhGSVzx2obK2mjQYkXHLH6LHJ7o57GNkBOcSOVwit9l3EAqq5wj5vP4zxjOVrefBpMluksnbxsszd2UFiPLh/s400/img279e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386910843971261714" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Equal time for all races here. A new set of choppers was likely on his wish list.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4GXEzkI44Qs3e4xmlX0Zo6wf-5tDsMmhciQKpB0OX4PLQuyyBAgzjvyLinzs54n0cZPH2FgaILLpkIrzU3Ys3NLpiFTxYtxL_WIau2xi-FkUHEmoM75rtdW8bfoAs_mYOvpbdHK8WFNB/s1600-h/img269e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4GXEzkI44Qs3e4xmlX0Zo6wf-5tDsMmhciQKpB0OX4PLQuyyBAgzjvyLinzs54n0cZPH2FgaILLpkIrzU3Ys3NLpiFTxYtxL_WIau2xi-FkUHEmoM75rtdW8bfoAs_mYOvpbdHK8WFNB/s400/img269e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386910638273151490" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >I think this is a 1950's picture also but it may have been an earlier photo</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9z47CSPnH3R6dbgVW9TQG22c3_9ZRfuRh1YWTU_3TmI7RMCZNZ2iqYO0mpJdpykPKqbd0IIfEnmzFD491DXVmtB2VKTHhrBdSxmUEPSrc7zTXrJZ9O2aYDFhh446Fs3QyznXRt9BFhVwN/s1600-h/img265e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9z47CSPnH3R6dbgVW9TQG22c3_9ZRfuRh1YWTU_3TmI7RMCZNZ2iqYO0mpJdpykPKqbd0IIfEnmzFD491DXVmtB2VKTHhrBdSxmUEPSrc7zTXrJZ9O2aYDFhh446Fs3QyznXRt9BFhVwN/s400/img265e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386910350490404386" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">The two sisters show the same economical depression as the boys. They had bibs and the girls had home made clothing</span></span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgAKZr-1X713OW8PpvSeL40hT59e9JaTz-q2P7wz6FosyLc9kDrSZdDyaD-wEutnRpIjH8sOuJp3KqxfNKq8lfJseLzWgKPlvDBZgr24cYPN61lAyKZi47O3F0S2m_2chG_WrxJ5rgyib/s1600-h/282e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgAKZr-1X713OW8PpvSeL40hT59e9JaTz-q2P7wz6FosyLc9kDrSZdDyaD-wEutnRpIjH8sOuJp3KqxfNKq8lfJseLzWgKPlvDBZgr24cYPN61lAyKZi47O3F0S2m_2chG_WrxJ5rgyib/s400/282e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386909969976716418" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Back to the 1950's? I'm sorry we are jumping through the stratosphere of time but when I receive a gift of photos then they are cleaned up and put here. Some had dates, some not. Sorry, none had last names.</span></span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhpughfKHjsEbtnl1M7maaXc32NqebTDUpX7oYcVARFGPCkCv3L2ogtMPgQNktuTsuYHtBkfJ7FVvZf1TQeZTj4rTb19QOdA-amuvcqca3hVMMwiRVsBb2Mpo2SfKX-bweSbkmGWMoGhyphenhyphen/s1600-h/img263e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhpughfKHjsEbtnl1M7maaXc32NqebTDUpX7oYcVARFGPCkCv3L2ogtMPgQNktuTsuYHtBkfJ7FVvZf1TQeZTj4rTb19QOdA-amuvcqca3hVMMwiRVsBb2Mpo2SfKX-bweSbkmGWMoGhyphenhyphen/s400/img263e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386909603825239010" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >This lad would have done well to straighten up his tie in order to hide the safety pin on his shirt. Still the crooked tie does make the photo look very boyish.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlu5lDaTlue8CrM5cdL761A2tKHCM4uNW2L9mtUYhejrGcN8o2gdPpGLHjrscaZS0K81kMEGUzRsTX_4wO0vRuR34ywkMIKl3oVSSP_4_dH8Ov5vH1FT9GUY1gUpxIuGaiqkay2vTPkMy/s1600-h/img261e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlu5lDaTlue8CrM5cdL761A2tKHCM4uNW2L9mtUYhejrGcN8o2gdPpGLHjrscaZS0K81kMEGUzRsTX_4wO0vRuR34ywkMIKl3oVSSP_4_dH8Ov5vH1FT9GUY1gUpxIuGaiqkay2vTPkMy/s400/img261e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386909294708181122" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ahh, suspenders. A step up from bibs. I don't know, never wearing them, though I did have several nice pair of designer bibs over the years. Loved them</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVlXuVgIzPtTMWOZ5cm5hBVYSyyZ2fAp12oBO58QzNjqMN96fg63qFChdKSelyb7I6derVxg_NNF3uDhntiV54jTXgk8BD1JhbZnpRXswlb1b6XR7ii1pQr0ZMWZKDsfcfqcgbxK9jK0G/s1600-h/img259e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVlXuVgIzPtTMWOZ5cm5hBVYSyyZ2fAp12oBO58QzNjqMN96fg63qFChdKSelyb7I6derVxg_NNF3uDhntiV54jTXgk8BD1JhbZnpRXswlb1b6XR7ii1pQr0ZMWZKDsfcfqcgbxK9jK0G/s400/img259e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386909039668769570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Sorry, no smile today.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIjnUVpysm4pb1EA13jQoW8lPOQl3Dnop984jKZCkY_qnAeI1nJPRbg4tRbXDoaNDApxBCGbAXPLL3O0vderiZo2vijsRZoKhEmTmq16St-qNVBJFcoe62GQXbv1KhK3IXkuy2Q5-roJu/s1600-h/img257x.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIjnUVpysm4pb1EA13jQoW8lPOQl3Dnop984jKZCkY_qnAeI1nJPRbg4tRbXDoaNDApxBCGbAXPLL3O0vderiZo2vijsRZoKhEmTmq16St-qNVBJFcoe62GQXbv1KhK3IXkuy2Q5-roJu/s400/img257x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386942767957787218" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the last batch I had the bruised girl who you could read like a map. Here we go again. Now if one of them smiled I could say the frown was just a fluke. But this picture tells its own story</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNI-uhzQnfRX0SBoTZkQdYEiDfdoGzUsWpaNVIM6XHuwAsnOsth5lK_E-M5R13Ibvo6tVtOz3vZ8xY0zD-a2yDWf-LS2dZEBmTxQ8GeeUDKhI6GGa9Mo55OXC9HvS99Kn7dYNHuhO69sWB/s1600-h/img707e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNI-uhzQnfRX0SBoTZkQdYEiDfdoGzUsWpaNVIM6XHuwAsnOsth5lK_E-M5R13Ibvo6tVtOz3vZ8xY0zD-a2yDWf-LS2dZEBmTxQ8GeeUDKhI6GGa9Mo55OXC9HvS99Kn7dYNHuhO69sWB/s400/img707e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386917130449291842" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">We end the <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">school days</span> page with the one who got left behind. If looks could kill. Come on mom, send her to school.</span></span>Just call me Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04695036328983073870noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663046280676467960.post-38054424384440598942009-09-20T21:57:00.012-04:002009-09-21T12:07:30.431-04:00SCHOOL DAYS PLUS TWO<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I am a bit late on my promised School Days issue of Shadows of America. I can peel off numerous excuses for being rather slow on posting--but if you are followers of this site you know my latest gig on restoring photos is still on the learning curve. Between battering my hard head against the desk because my vintage 2003 Sony computer is slowing down to crawl, so much that even I can move faster than it and whoopee, getting a few paying gigs caused this site to grow a few cobwebs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">What we have today is a pile of school photos, plus a couple that are not school related, but since they are too cute the pictures had to find a home here. Likely your first reaction on viewing the pictures would be, yikes, I remember my school photos! The companies that traveled from school to school never heard of photo retouching or imagined something like Photo Shop. How many of us were Hollywood material? Ahem, be truthful. I was the school dwarf, in the fact I was the second smallest pigeon toed, knock kneed, skinniest kid in elementary school who became the amazing growing bean sprout in my freshman year.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">My 81 year old friend Jack gave me these photos which date from 1928 to early 1932. Likely all the pictures came from from Southern Ohio near the West Virginia border which was an Appalachian area. Part two of the school kids, which I hope to have up in the next couple of days show the opposite of what we see in today's school photos. Children often wore homemade clothing and bibs to get their mug shots. The photos we see were likely the only pictures the family could afford.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPLGIzKzODid_LEuXzrt5wvZtiE2OtkTpf3tC2Fx83wxjEay8IJb_VPqZn0BO6fPevqM6lwOzMZizajahGZweansXALtoFV1TvFF5whQB6znhPgarKlzdvJ5ZZMuqhQb9u4GbNBgIF6XU/s1600-h/img806e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPLGIzKzODid_LEuXzrt5wvZtiE2OtkTpf3tC2Fx83wxjEay8IJb_VPqZn0BO6fPevqM6lwOzMZizajahGZweansXALtoFV1TvFF5whQB6znhPgarKlzdvJ5ZZMuqhQb9u4GbNBgIF6XU/s400/img806e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383736541336750274" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" >In many of the school photos you will see more than one child at the sitting. I can not be sure why, perhaps it was cheaper to double up with two family members to save money, which in this case, being an Appalachian area was likely the reason. Perhaps it was fashionable back then to have to siblings in one pose.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyebomChJcAvmCx8fkFc8_a9MVBV57lMoIBS-Gn2lML46_UAnK8xqh4AQVWJHKSo71Dg1nQu2x_2-jaQx-jYNiqysy_BZIGkPg7tR9b44VdQPPwyRVluaSw2BYFhsVeET9sLGSU3qz86go/s1600-h/img805e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyebomChJcAvmCx8fkFc8_a9MVBV57lMoIBS-Gn2lML46_UAnK8xqh4AQVWJHKSo71Dg1nQu2x_2-jaQx-jYNiqysy_BZIGkPg7tR9b44VdQPPwyRVluaSw2BYFhsVeET9sLGSU3qz86go/s400/img805e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383736184571198146" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">Did Jay Leno grow up in the Appalachians? Is it just me or do you see the similarity. Just a reminder as we go through the pictures, all the photos went through two stages of restoration before they were posted. First the scanner cleaned up the pictures a bit, then the photos all went through a mild Photo Shop clean up to remove smudges and fingerprints.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9axcTgrzrhu0_Pvf_T7PXV91u6-GTF92LA7VEJgdlxWsLbW2GNTAlGwH5WeChVfQsV77u-SmkkKcT4IQqSobPQZyP6SJpXyJFoB6y_KZ5ZzVzrMpJwaN3t53MBdDW-fOyoR5B_C2_duG/s1600-h/img804e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9axcTgrzrhu0_Pvf_T7PXV91u6-GTF92LA7VEJgdlxWsLbW2GNTAlGwH5WeChVfQsV77u-SmkkKcT4IQqSobPQZyP6SJpXyJFoB6y_KZ5ZzVzrMpJwaN3t53MBdDW-fOyoR5B_C2_duG/s400/img804e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383735943793287010" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">Dare we forget the teachers? Here we have the typical Mrs Crabtree. This photo almost got tossed because it had ink stains all over the top but it cleaned up pretty nice. I am sure she told her students to clean up nice for the photographer so it is only fitting I do the same. The face of my teachers are well embedded in my mind but I have no pictures of them</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB3NC2KRkF4O8qan01Z6JQ5eY4YTRP23jSNs6nfqyIP4Hl1n0j1Of8OOYtGSgeoNhA4_IJ7xG_wv6XGhB9pJI9yOftsS2tSSjGqXyn0YegbDOq23D0jBbtr2vrRWXTR8cryUCaBxVoAhzV/s1600-h/img802e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB3NC2KRkF4O8qan01Z6JQ5eY4YTRP23jSNs6nfqyIP4Hl1n0j1Of8OOYtGSgeoNhA4_IJ7xG_wv6XGhB9pJI9yOftsS2tSSjGqXyn0YegbDOq23D0jBbtr2vrRWXTR8cryUCaBxVoAhzV/s400/img802e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383735740988332882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Handsome young man indeed..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">One thing I have learned from this new adventure of restoring photos is beware of overkill. It is easy to attack every visible flaw , but one must remember that you are restoring not re-shooting the photo. After spending hours on do-overs, I often ended up erasing the whole mess and started all over because it looked terrible.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pAve7PCUknBbCIef4JXe2Wkz8_R5FCCxKTfGx3T2OSgbLK_l6ZPSo6bVOSxY_A26gDdP6g-lPBLAUuBtiLro6993at3v67cgvfgDo_bO4F4kogjhn_AN22_r4ceSLGFssehQtcTF4X6n/s1600-h/img801e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pAve7PCUknBbCIef4JXe2Wkz8_R5FCCxKTfGx3T2OSgbLK_l6ZPSo6bVOSxY_A26gDdP6g-lPBLAUuBtiLro6993at3v67cgvfgDo_bO4F4kogjhn_AN22_r4ceSLGFssehQtcTF4X6n/s400/img801e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383735054389982610" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">Nearly every photo here had only enough touch-up to to erase old marks and scratches. I have a few secret touches that make the photo look brand new and crisp. True, many photos dug out of grandma's trunk have issues because of the type of camera or age of the photo but every photo brings its own challenge. But photos like these are a lot nicer than the original but like a </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">little</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> work goes a long way.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2ImRbT6Pfle_VgfozjrkV_c-rJosYeLhxZ6vnFZ-uzGP9saFTd8LFaekOXYVagKBH1FeQD1UBlwjmall59aNZqNVf34IRII9osmwSCeXxG8smk5s09wIZvw76mm-77zZ3RCFpGJl6auF/s1600-h/img800e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2ImRbT6Pfle_VgfozjrkV_c-rJosYeLhxZ6vnFZ-uzGP9saFTd8LFaekOXYVagKBH1FeQD1UBlwjmall59aNZqNVf34IRII9osmwSCeXxG8smk5s09wIZvw76mm-77zZ3RCFpGJl6auF/s400/img800e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383734658456282066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" >What would happen if a student showed up in an old pair of bibs today? It was not an issue back then. Likely that was all he had to wear and as you can see they certainly were not a new pair. Still, he was a nice handsome young man who did after all comb his hair.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8LuVja5SVWd3C20h-3GrewT6wkpEyH0AZJ4nP34Z2YEi_63vXsDjWk8-a9swRr2pDuM8Q30KsCaL4O_Gn7zysl3mC1yJrealuz5KHPfXFxHIr09_blgegfgtb7pXNtmvPk4zE8nGvYjFT/s1600-h/img799e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8LuVja5SVWd3C20h-3GrewT6wkpEyH0AZJ4nP34Z2YEi_63vXsDjWk8-a9swRr2pDuM8Q30KsCaL4O_Gn7zysl3mC1yJrealuz5KHPfXFxHIr09_blgegfgtb7pXNtmvPk4zE8nGvYjFT/s400/img799e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383734338763485874" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">I don't think all kids liked to have their brother in the picture. Maybe the boy on the left just didn't want his picture taken. You can say he just didn't want to smile, but look at those furrowed eyebrows.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtMoQ7R4PQr2lC8rmM9nLdRmV5e0sDBqmkPlbJtNvHQfbf8etWs6g_UpZtix1_x3T004Fbjog2PMlHMpcJ4eooIKEJ57TUId-OFdi0ODorbh2j8ddTR-jcq8UUTmtRG1yu1H3u_4wQKjdF/s1600-h/img807e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtMoQ7R4PQr2lC8rmM9nLdRmV5e0sDBqmkPlbJtNvHQfbf8etWs6g_UpZtix1_x3T004Fbjog2PMlHMpcJ4eooIKEJ57TUId-OFdi0ODorbh2j8ddTR-jcq8UUTmtRG1yu1H3u_4wQKjdF/s400/img807e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383736770783830066" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">Alright, I could have Photo Shopped this to be Alfred E. Nueman and his popular "What me worry," look. Like I said early on, we were not charming or handsome. That is what I like about kids, they were pretty much candid and posing often may have been uncomfortable but smiles or frowns made the shot.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg4T2SK_Q6amBDfjz0OIiFXn-yPamG5LJeEtYXqjaeFe96NA6Mago_1v5utWQqSHZpz5RIW-FvEJSWP6jOMsmkCxgyRZfJDupopa34LDQLHonJcS1z7PGV0zLdK74s6SvC9p9UXgo2Olay/s1600-h/img808e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg4T2SK_Q6amBDfjz0OIiFXn-yPamG5LJeEtYXqjaeFe96NA6Mago_1v5utWQqSHZpz5RIW-FvEJSWP6jOMsmkCxgyRZfJDupopa34LDQLHonJcS1z7PGV0zLdK74s6SvC9p9UXgo2Olay/s400/img808e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383938137883583234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Often you could see deep in the soul of a child through a photo. When I started to clean up this young girl's picture I debated whether or not to remove the wound on her forehead as well as the black eye on the right side. I did clean up the eye a tad bit, but I could not clean up her thoughts. I wouldn't dare. Where did the wounds come from? I have my ideas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">I have often seen pictures that make tears well up in my eyes. This photo makes me want to reach into the photo and give her a big hug. Enough of my emotional commentary.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicT0dWjhYPM1577ksc39feY62z5erwcD5Ki6RZsZWE6ae89zRcDNjARq4R9_zsP0K1HLjDnza5TEs2xu-wjcmJ5p0EXb_j6mTGFUvOjgWMw8VNs0X4XfbvvfiACiMJy7VFIEd3qNX9DSdA/s1600-h/img779r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicT0dWjhYPM1577ksc39feY62z5erwcD5Ki6RZsZWE6ae89zRcDNjARq4R9_zsP0K1HLjDnza5TEs2xu-wjcmJ5p0EXb_j6mTGFUvOjgWMw8VNs0X4XfbvvfiACiMJy7VFIEd3qNX9DSdA/s400/img779r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383737051442923122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">I said there was two photos that didn't fit the page. Maybe I can make it just one photo by saying these two kids were on their way to the one room school house where brother and sister disappeared to every day. The photos came from the same area so they got tossed on to the page.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hY_1AwXopVaUS6BQ6UJsfIHd-uL-kDixU32gewjHiOfgdPeDlSIfXPSXsX3JRh3O7ak4QVxPOaqfP6rrDU1aGTGKPZfXIW4eodk_oEq5W5DVVuo9aPe2j29OtPnvRbkOcd95_-OhOHXK/s1600-h/img766e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hY_1AwXopVaUS6BQ6UJsfIHd-uL-kDixU32gewjHiOfgdPeDlSIfXPSXsX3JRh3O7ak4QVxPOaqfP6rrDU1aGTGKPZfXIW4eodk_oEq5W5DVVuo9aPe2j29OtPnvRbkOcd95_-OhOHXK/s400/img766e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383737276449331362" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">Like I said, every photo needs its own touches to bring out the best. This picture took a bit of work to make it look new and crisp. One thing I do when I restore is look for the new version of the picture. Some people like to make a new picture look old by applying sepia tone. In restoring a photo I take away the sepia that time put on the picture. In most cases the sepia tone was not part of the photo. If the customer wants the aged look I can do that. Once the aged look disappears you have the photos that the previous owner had on the mantle once upon a time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">This photo I discovered was taken by a traveling photographer who roamed the countryside with the pony in tow. When a business would give him permission he set up the camera and waited for customers. I have talked to many older seniors who remembered the traveling photographer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">When I saw this photo I thought that was one lucky girl who owned her own pony. Didn't we all want our own pony?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: courier new;">Any photo seen on this site are available in a 5 x 7 format for $10 each. And yes, I do retouching. Tell me what you have for an estimate.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">If you have a photo you think would look good here let me know.</span></span><br /></span></span>Just call me Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04695036328983073870noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663046280676467960.post-18587876050626391922009-08-09T22:05:00.011-04:002009-08-10T22:49:44.324-04:00THE CALL OF THE GREAT OUTDOORS<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">First let me say I am sorry for being a bit distracted as of late. The best of ideas often become shipwrecked due to numerous obstacles. The labor of rehabbing newly acquired pictures, working on my own projects plus a myriad of other distractions have allowed days to pass by until I wonder if the things I do daily will become vintage projects themselves.</span></span><p></p><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I spent quite a bit of time researching old cameras since our last visit and found one of my best resources to be, of all places, e-bay, since most reputable dealers of older cameras spend a bit of time describing their wares. My hopes of buying a few cameras to replicate their unique characteristics were soon forgotten when I started biding on a few used “folders.” Let me say there are a lot of people still collecting cameras from the 1920 through 1940 era.</span></span><p></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />One dealer I spent time talking to warned about buying cameras that were on e-bay which were listed as good condition because the bellows, no matter how they look, often leak and it doesn't take much light to ruin a photograph. Though the shutter works, most are no longer clicking at the speeds marked on the lens. A reputable dealer cleans the works, sets the timing and replaces the bellows if necessary.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Perhaps after the new computer finds its way to my desk, then I will buy a Kodak or Afga folder (a bellowed camera that closes up into a case). There was a time when several of the older cameras could be found about the house, bet, alas, they have disappeared.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >But on with the pictures. I have an 81 year old friend who I see a couple of times a week. He has recently discovered the stories from Shelly's Cafe and I swap stories for pictures. Truthfully he loves black and whites and since he knows my passion for the same he has started to donate pictures to the cause. As time goes on I will shuffle his photos in with my own collection.</span><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --></style><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhngiFES4nzCQIIIKE9lrRGkJm-uOEEdF8rZYlKQ08hyDUAvbnBo-OwczNFlQWlWdazCAH5tzpALKF2sLWkJLvu3ZMJmpxRDXtqjR6lPls6ZMpwM0IlE1g2bkTCxPWAzA08dcWcDxNpYF/s1600-h/Boyndog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhngiFES4nzCQIIIKE9lrRGkJm-uOEEdF8rZYlKQ08hyDUAvbnBo-OwczNFlQWlWdazCAH5tzpALKF2sLWkJLvu3ZMJmpxRDXtqjR6lPls6ZMpwM0IlE1g2bkTCxPWAzA08dcWcDxNpYF/s400/Boyndog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368158226787534322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">remember- you can click on the photos to enlarge them!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >What could be more heartwarming than a boy and his dog. It would be my guess that this picture was taken by a newer vintage Kodak style camera because of the sharpness of detail. The only thing I had to do to finish the photograph after I digitally enhanced it was take away the noise (white spotting ) and remove the shadow off the face. The hardest task I encounter is cleaning the five o'clock shadow of the face which can often make a ten year old look like a felon. You will also notice that many old cameras had a very large depth of field--in other words the background is as clear as the main focus which in this case is boy and dog. The best I could gather on the history of this photo is it likely came from West Virginia.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsQ5NS4TXfx9qGaTJHn3bPh862zuw_EG4SK3L6_bfujyUTiB2SdIwMeRsg3rty-tp4YaOQtMRMWpniPABK_i5ZdO2iBrHdb2GMXs1ulWNmVkRMbUpKiosq5g9zl_Eb9CVVrwaWr3asphq/s1600-h/boys.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsQ5NS4TXfx9qGaTJHn3bPh862zuw_EG4SK3L6_bfujyUTiB2SdIwMeRsg3rty-tp4YaOQtMRMWpniPABK_i5ZdO2iBrHdb2GMXs1ulWNmVkRMbUpKiosq5g9zl_Eb9CVVrwaWr3asphq/s400/boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368175931811277986" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Another interesting photo given to me by my friend Jack. Okay, let me be truthful, this picture brings out the softy in me. When I first seen the enlarged </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >picture, </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >the shoes told the story of a family who had very little money. The britches are thread bare, but they did have a clean white shirts though a bit to big. Perhaps the photographer had a supply of clean shirts for the folks who had their pictures taken--don't be surprised The picture was taken during hard times still the parents found enough money to have their two sons sit for a photo.<br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >My heart ached and I wished I could go back and at least buy new shoes for the lads. Funny thing--there doesn't seem to be any look of poverty in their face. Could it be the boys didn't know they were poor. Perhaps other kids around them were deeper in despair than this family. Nonetheless this picture has a thousand words encased between the lines.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_nhctnSkQk37IjGlOC-quUpr5IKa2675gvTgbLhBhPLzPAqrcPpYajRLLZ5rv_nVf2WBD_kxVBgP-BAVOLrFX-03g47RkLc77_NJjSzYCX3_RfzXcLfFwLwF4zeCZFGfKeK05QeSS8lL/s1600-h/carsonhill.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_nhctnSkQk37IjGlOC-quUpr5IKa2675gvTgbLhBhPLzPAqrcPpYajRLLZ5rv_nVf2WBD_kxVBgP-BAVOLrFX-03g47RkLc77_NJjSzYCX3_RfzXcLfFwLwF4zeCZFGfKeK05QeSS8lL/s400/carsonhill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368343099204113138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3kygbgtm01PdastZ3HlLeSN20wQgWenQ6lYN8s-5bCMeKiaYoA_iMwqf0hAbgcu0niiEIDQSWSh10w4dUwEHwfkw1L3OJ1Dt0lcdX_0irUw5HXcMW9vwYsUelMwE1GlQQQjUIQRKPLuf/s1600-h/img303.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3kygbgtm01PdastZ3HlLeSN20wQgWenQ6lYN8s-5bCMeKiaYoA_iMwqf0hAbgcu0niiEIDQSWSh10w4dUwEHwfkw1L3OJ1Dt0lcdX_0irUw5HXcMW9vwYsUelMwE1GlQQQjUIQRKPLuf/s400/img303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368512489858290002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Above is the tale of two photographs. The two are similar in the thought since we are looking at early photos of the </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >"family"</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;"> car, at least in the way America first looked at the courageous concept of heading out on the open road, ruts and all. The top photo I would guess was taken with an early box style camera. Remember, a lot of editing and cropping went into that fuzzy picture to salvage what you see here, while the bottom photograph was taken with a </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >folder</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;"> like the one seen in the hands of the girl on the right. The newer cameras were night and day from the box camera but still only gave the customer a small 2x3 photo for the owners to gaze upon--but how exciting for the family to share.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">There was a lot of shadows to erase on the bottom of the family car photo in order to get a good look, otherwise their feet and the shadows were one. The first picture of the family looked a bit over-edited (below) so I re-worked the photo again. The original photo was a very small scratched and faded photograph. A lot of work went into this photo but it brought the shot back to life. This was several days work since I had to wipe the slate clean several times and start over. But alas, I will call it finished</span></span><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRMh-NCc8_I/SoDMWwwX24I/AAAAAAAAAlg/pmCwTWC9ZlE/s1600-h/fmlyout.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRMh-NCc8_I/SoDMWwwX24I/AAAAAAAAAlg/pmCwTWC9ZlE/s320/fmlyout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368515447242611586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">To finish today's blog I want to share a really old picture from my adopted grandmother's family. It was a hunting camp, likely around Big Bear Lake, California in the San Gabriel Mountains. I remember her talking about their hunting grounds but I can't put a finger on the exact location. Anyway, I saw this Chevy in other pictures. It seems like they were gutting out the vehicle for whatever reason. You use your imagination on this shot--one of my favorites.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRMh-NCc8_I/SoDQ_VxGFlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0BdlwSWo2U0/s1600-h/camp2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRMh-NCc8_I/SoDQ_VxGFlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0BdlwSWo2U0/s400/camp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368520542419031634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Hope to return soon. I have a pile of really neat school pictures to post next time around. Until then, smile and say cheese</span>Just call me Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04695036328983073870noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663046280676467960.post-42845853028120486312009-07-09T18:17:00.013-04:002009-07-14T17:56:31.195-04:00CARS, KIDS, DOGS AND CATS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiOR7z23VTZG_VxLf63ON7acCOJ1NNikT8efXvWLwx-k5rl5vhjhVWQihKY-Q91O-4dE32tUrk5_G_IOULN7UughpndmmPTRdAW9cJzhU20Xbg8jRSOnem5Y8FsZM-u5-MroP0V0U7-pD/s1600-h/old+car+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiOR7z23VTZG_VxLf63ON7acCOJ1NNikT8efXvWLwx-k5rl5vhjhVWQihKY-Q91O-4dE32tUrk5_G_IOULN7UughpndmmPTRdAW9cJzhU20Xbg8jRSOnem5Y8FsZM-u5-MroP0V0U7-pD/s400/old+car+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356590110096922802" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Old cars always have a certain photograph personality. Rarely do we see a picture of a car without a proud owner beaming a smile, or as we see below the car, in days of old was transformed into camping vehicles with all things possible tied down to hoods, running boards, trunks or assorted other body panels.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I tried to nail down the brand of car shown above by asking my elderly car nuts whom I see on a regular basis. Looking at the two by three picture they could not put a tag on it, but one gentleman who is a major collector said he thought it might be a REO. The lower self made camping-fishing mobile was a Chevrolet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The husband wife team I know. In later years I was her private nurse so the book of over a hundred black and whites was given to me after her death of a healthy 91. Her husband I never met but he was by all accounts a very bright man who was both a Chiropractor and an MD in Los Angeles. Likely the couple had visited Big Bear Lake for a fishing weekend. The cutesy gal on the running board, eh, not likely.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Back to the upper picture. This photo is very old. I spent many hours trying to rehab it and considering it was a small photo with extreme fading I was surprised at the results. Was that my friend inside? Can't say. A small cat suddenly appeared on the bottom which was not visible by the naked eye.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRMh-NCc8_I/SlZs_yqKzGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/v1U_FhGisXg/s1600-h/old+car+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRMh-NCc8_I/SlZs_yqKzGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/v1U_FhGisXg/s400/old+car+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356588649989983330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRMh-NCc8_I/SltClWfuQuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Kc-JtA81ixI/s1600-h/pump+girl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRMh-NCc8_I/SltClWfuQuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Kc-JtA81ixI/s400/pump+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357949391148565218" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Children young and old were and still are snapshot favorites. Of course, when the two pictures were taken the camera was far different than today's film or digital camera. A small 2 1/2 by 3 1/2 picture was placed in the album and likely looked at for several generations. We loved them, fuzzy dark and all. Of course with the Brownie, we had to be outside staring at the bright sun for the optimal snapshot since there was no flash bulbs and just one setting for the lens. Later cameras came with bellows and flash attachments. More on the history of cameras in blogs to come.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The girl above taught me a great lesson. She needed a lot of work to clean up her cute face. There was a lot of shadow to remove as well as a ton of "noise". After working on it for about three hours the computer shut down on me and I lost all the work. Photo Shop does not automatically save your work! You must start out with a file name and save, save, save. There is also a way to empty your cache after performing every task you perform. When that fills up, then bang, you run out of memory and in my case, all the work was lost. Ahh, live and learn. The sad part--I knew about the memory cache and failed to put into action my newly acquired knowledge.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The scanner does a lot of the work, but when you enlarge the shot, and fine tune the photograph, the more work it creates. Both of the shots are circa 1920's and would the owners be amazed at what snapshot lovers could do 80 years down the road.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I love both photographs. The innocence of the young girl, all dressed up in her winter coat and hat compared to the ingenuity of the young lad with his Little Rascal set up. Boys had to use their imagination back then, as well as what ever stuff they could find laying around to create the dream machines. In the above photo notice the spoon and pump pail. Both objects were not visible in the photo. The spoon, just a light background object, looks huge. That was the prospective you got with the small lens. The pail sat in a dark shadow and needed a lot of work to bring it back to life. I could have ignored it, but that is part of the restoration.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The face of the girl was also shadowed so I had to enlarge it about 200 percent and start eliminating the shadow, spot by spot, hundreds of them. Suddenly she had eyes and a cute nose. You really have to love black and whites to do all the work. So this is my photograph album for the world to see.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I have numerous more photos to scan and clean up. I have run into memory problems so I am downloading hundreds of photos onto thumb drives. I am pricing external hard drives to use until I cash out on the new computer. Patience is a virtual I am learning but the account is growing.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Be sure to hit on the photos to enlarge them</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKxcYLzto-ODyqD8QlISIB3xJksvlS8GRNr6oSyxGvZIfsMVedmM6WKBvGyZ_uMtzn6eToDJQp4aJa-YyH4PIbqN13LBomkCfESAa1ibbFMrCFzTyOXBLmfvuK1e1fU5Gq4voPtdX5Oxw/s1600-h/boy+and+dog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKxcYLzto-ODyqD8QlISIB3xJksvlS8GRNr6oSyxGvZIfsMVedmM6WKBvGyZ_uMtzn6eToDJQp4aJa-YyH4PIbqN13LBomkCfESAa1ibbFMrCFzTyOXBLmfvuK1e1fU5Gq4voPtdX5Oxw/s400/boy+and+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357960728713843746" border="0" /></a>Just call me Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04695036328983073870noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663046280676467960.post-53763165689323509932009-07-07T08:26:00.004-04:002009-07-07T18:46:08.699-04:00Caution Work In Progress<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" >Another work in progress? Well it seems that way and I guess it is about time to run a prototype post and explain what is going on here. As some of you may know I run another blog for stories, some newer photos and a bit of political jabbing from time to time. Good or bad, you won't find any of that here.<br /><br />What this site is trying to accomplish is a journal of restored black and white photos, some destined for the trash barrel, others rescued from garage sales and hopefully a few donated. Aside from my new business of photo restoration, which is yet to start, this will be a page where personal work can be displayed along with some interesting facts of early Kodak style photography.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />I'm not happy with the layout yet, but another reminder, this is a work in progress. I want to be able to do more with this site, but not complicate matters beyond my ability. Also, friends who have links with my other site may find they are not here. No snuffing intended. This is a place where both my liberal and conservative friends can stop by without feeling they are being tugged one way or other. Instead, the links will be for those relating towards photography.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >So feel free to browse as time goes on. If you are new to my site please note I am trying to upgrade my computer and equipment. I just purchased the Epson 750 Pro scanner and a new, larger computer is needed. E-bay took me part of the way to my dreams but the cost of doing business there is too high, so if you are a lover of black and white and the history it brings back to life please consider hitting that little PayPay button</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" >Thanks<br />Shelly</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYabDZLWWAaulGExXEzStKAef3eM6e33V5bRvLKsXV-zVObcz2jTNKyBgBaZlOrkz6bv0awg7KLON2UOT_QEwi8_4kq8gYY-L6h0TprEl2RoILNBlGVRj-qIiiJZTcg7aV7P5pPKZn6Hk/s1600-h/img672.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYabDZLWWAaulGExXEzStKAef3eM6e33V5bRvLKsXV-zVObcz2jTNKyBgBaZlOrkz6bv0awg7KLON2UOT_QEwi8_4kq8gYY-L6h0TprEl2RoILNBlGVRj-qIiiJZTcg7aV7P5pPKZn6Hk/s400/img672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355493823877070882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Remember to click on photos</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Before</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >This photo of our <span style="font-style: italic;">daring</span> young gals in the 1920's era shows both a before and after scan. Note the pack of cigarettes in the hands of the gal in the middle. It is amazing what a little time and Photoshop can do.<br /><br />The photo was originally 4 x 2 1/2 inches with little detail visible. Just imagine how amazed the original camera user would have been to see this photo<br /><br />I will try and keep the photos as original as possible as the blog progresses, with any major changes noted. There is more that can be accomplished with this picture, but this is a test run for my new blog.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRMh-NCc8_I/SlKKPyYTncI/AAAAAAAAAjs/b8TVB0IsghQ/s1600-h/hot+dames.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRMh-NCc8_I/SlKKPyYTncI/AAAAAAAAAjs/b8TVB0IsghQ/s400/hot+dames.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355494910723333570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">After</span>Just call me Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04695036328983073870noreply@blogger.com9