Mystery Rolls of Film

 

 

If you have been reading my 52Rolls adventures, you probably already know that I happened into a big, box of vintage cameras and been having all kinds of fun figuring out which cameras work or what they do.   It has been a big inspiration on getting through a roll of film each week.   It has also increased the price of this little project significantly.   But, it’s all for the love of film, right?

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just a portion of my camera loot … I’m a lucky girl

A bigger bonus in the box of cameras was the discovery of FOUR rolls of exposed film that had not been processed.   If you are a film geek like me, this is a Christmas treasure.   Just imagine what wonderful images could possibly be on those rolls of film?   Treasures from the past.

It did not even remotely occur to me that I didn’t know who had taken the photos or that they might be weird/obscene/ruin my perfectly normal relationship with the film developer that I have been sending film to this year.   Not, that is, until AFTER I had sent them off.   A twinge of worry set it at that moment and did not go away until I got the email.   This could end up very awkward.

The Darkroom sends an email when they receive your film and then when it has been processed so you can see it online.   They also send prints or your negatives back to you in the mail.   I love this place.

The email came that two rolls were blank.   I was bummed.   Disappointed.  Then, I waited another day before a new email arrived.

“Your Images Have Been Processed.”

THE OTHER TWO HAD IMAGES!   I was so excited.   It really was Christmas for me.

Thankfully, the photos were perfectly normal and probably boring to most people.   What.A.Relief.

And, since I do actually know the person who knew the people (his family) that the cameras had belonged to, we went on a mission to discover what/who/where/when for the following photos.   Enjoy!

This came off a roll of 120 film in one of the older cameras that I found.   No clue on actual photo date but it is a shot of my friend's great grandparent's dining room.
This came off a roll of 120 film in one of the older cameras that I found. No clue on actual photo date but it is a shot of my friend’s great grandparent’s dining room.
Same roll of 120 film, same house.   We have not yet identified the woman.   I was impressed by the relatively lavish furnishings.
Same roll of 120 film, same house. We have not yet identified the woman. I was impressed by the relatively lavish furnishings.
San Francisco trolley car in the late 1970s, shot on 110 film.
San Francisco trolley car in the late 1970s, shot on 110 film.
San Francisco Court House,  same roll of 110 film.  The fountain area was removed after the 1989 earthquake and is now grass but the rows of trees are still there.
San Francisco Court House, same roll of 110 film. The fountain area was removed after the 1989 earthquake and is now grass but the rows of trees are still there.
Albeit blurry, this is a shot of south Reno from above Windy Hill looking down to Bartley Ranch and the Harrah's Ranch.    Same roll of 110, probably late 70s.
Albeit blurry, this is a shot of south Reno from above Windy Hill looking down to Bartley Ranch and the Harrah’s Ranch. Same roll of 110, probably late 70s.

The following shots are of a 1967 Ford Mustang.    My friend still owns this car and it is his favorite.   I think it tinkled him to discover the photos of the car on the old camera.   Partially, because the camera was his mom’s and … well, you know how that stuff goes.   The best part of this story is that THIS car in THESE photos was how I met my friend in the first place.   He ran into the back of my 1987 Suzuki Samurai with this beautiful Mustang.   I was so mad at him that I was speechless.   The damage was minor, we were in a parking lot at the time.   I was pissed that he had scratched my car but even madder at him that he had scratched it with such a beautiful Mustang.

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And, now, the photos have made it a full circle from my friend’s family all the way back to my friendship with him.

I believe there’s a little bit of kismet in these photos, don’t you think?

 

 

Where There’s Smoke …

Where there’s smoke, there is no kayaking.    Ugh.

In case you haven’t heard, there is a huge fire roaring on the edge of Yosemite in California aptly named The Rim Fire.   Normally, a fire more than 100 miles away wouldn’t be that big of a deal.   This is no ordinary fire.   Currently, it has burned more than 250 square miles and all of that smoke is landing on Northern Nevada.   It is so gross that there are major health advisories to stay indoors and, seriously, it is hard to breath.   We are talking worse than Beijing air quality here, people!

So, that means I did not go kayaking last weekend and I will probably not go this weekend.   And, ultimately, that is killing my summer goal of making it around Lake Tahoe via kayak.   The weather and the water are cold.   That’s not good for kayaking, either.   Well, not when you don’t really have cold weather gear.   My kayak buddy isn’t that into cold weather kayaking either.   This is turning into a big bummer.

Let me show you how bad the smoke is.  This is a comparison from my backyard:

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And, here’s the sunrise:

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And, for good measure, here is a shot taken by someone on a flight to Los Angeles.   Those NASA people can even see the fire from the International Space Station:

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Another one from the local newspaper, this is just how smoke-gross it is in downtown Reno.  Photo by Marilyn Newton, RGJ.com:

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The Car Wash

 

 

 

I love going through the car wash.   There is just something fun about it for me.    I’m pretty sure it has something to do with that movie from the 70’s and, of course, the Rose Royce classic song.

“At the car wash
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Talkin’ about the car wash, girl
Come on, ya’ll and sing it for me”

Most automated car washes are just a quickie through the rinse machine by a gas station and nothing like the one in the Car Wash movie but … every now and then, I pretend.

First, there’s the rinse:

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Then, the big roller thing that seems to beat the hell of your car:

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Oh, don’t forget about the side, flappy/scrubby things.    This is right about when panic starts to set in and you realize that you cannot leave your vehicle.   And, you imagine some idiot trying … which would be complete madness.

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Almost, there … final rinse.   Then, the massive dryer thing.  You can see daylight again.

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Just wait for the green light from the machine and enjoy that fresh, clean car feeling.   Aaaah.

“(Hey, get your car washed today)
Fill up and you don’t have to pay
Come on and give us a play
(Do the wash, right away)”

The Routine

 

 

My pictures are going to attempt to tell a story today … let me know what you think.

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This is the window in my office, the 8-5 cave where I dwell in exchange for a equally depressing paycheck.   I moved the furniture around last year so that I could see out of the window more easily.   The space isn’t great but at least I can see what the weather is doing or the comings and goings in the parking lot.

Over time, I have noticed that the elderly lady that works in the office across the way is usually driven to work every day.  The driver even returns for lunch.   EVERY.DAY.  The lady is always well dressed with her hair just so and her driver is older as well with bushy white hair.   He doesn’t seem as well put together, his normal attire is sweatpants and a t-shirt.  I imagine that the driver does not have an office destination after his daily shuttle service.  Who knows, maybe, some Price is Right or a bit of crossword before returning?  At any rate, they seems sweet together and clearly have a very strong routine.

I enjoy seeing them every day.

And, then, it changed.    The car just stayed in the parking lot one day.   ALL.DAY.  No driver with the bushy white hair.  No lunch break shuttle.  And, when I saw the lady, she wasn’t as put together with matching dress slacks and bag as she had previously been.  Her head was hung low and her walk was slow.

The scene made me so sad.

I wondered what had happened.   Did he die?   Or, was he just ill?   I have no connection to this couple and don’t even know anyone in the office across the way to ask.   I just watched through my window.

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(I felt like a total stalker taking this photo through the blinds, by the way.)

 

She came and went, alone.

I was resigned that life happens and I would now look at this KIA every day with a little bit of forlorn, a lonely sad little KIA in an office parking lot.

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And, then, it happened!

He appeared!

Whew.   I was worried about this dude.   He has no idea how close I came to running out of my office building and patting him on the back to congratulate him on his return to the routine.  My routine.

Had he been sick?   Was he out of town visiting family?   Did they get sick of the routine and he just stayed home to watch the Today show?   No bother.   The routine was back.

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And, yes, the stalker in me even felt a little guilty photographing their smooch, but … it shows how sweet their love is.

Every day, he carries her handbag for her and gives her a goodbye kiss.

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And, I feel a little bit better about watching the world from my office window.   Order has been restored.  Now, I should probably get back to work and quit staring out the window.

 

Cloudy Morning Mountain Drive

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My morning commute is about to change and I was feeling all sentimental this morning.    I love this view.    It is breathtaking every day.  I will miss it.

I will not, however, miss snowy/icy/treacherous road conditions on this winding road.   I will not miss going through $1,000 in tires every year.   I will not miss slow-ass tourists lollygagging on the drive.   And, while I respect a bicyclist’s right to the road, I will not miss trying to avoid running them over while just getting where I am going every day.

Fortunately, my new morning commute (coming to this blog soon) will still include this same mountain from a much lower altitude.

Moving Boxes

 

 

It is moving time.   No, not migrate your blog time, it is actually time to pack boxes and move for real … to a new (to us) home.     That’s right, people … lift with your legs!

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I haven’t felt much like taking fancy photos so I thought I would introduce you to my new best friend, Sir Tapes-A-Lot.   He’s picky about what kind of tape that I use and he likes to play games of hide and seek.  I’m rather protective of him and his trusty sidekick, Little Miss Marks-A-Lot.

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I know you are envious of all the packing and cleaning fun that I am having.   WTF — there are wire hangers and a black hanger in my closet.   NO, I am not OCD.

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This is how my husband packs.   Sorta.   Or, this is his organization system.   I’m not sure.   I don’t understand it.

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What’s that?   You are racing right over to help?   How sweet.   And, you are bringing all of your strong, truck-driving, extra trailer toting friends??? I love you.

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I hope I can find my real camera when this is over …

In the meantime, please tell me a story.  Leave a comment!   You know, so I can spend time reading blogs and screwing around on the computer instead of getting my moving chores done.   (please???!)