The camera is an Argus Cintar. The story was that my dad won it in a card game while on the boat home from WWII. I have no way to confirm that for sure but it's what my mom told me, so... It was the camera that recorded the big events of our lives. It captured pictures of our births, our holiday outfits, meals and gifts. It went along on vacations and captured the posed family group pictures. This camera took the photos you see there plus a few albums full that I didn't have room for here and a pile of slides that we would view projected onto a bare wall in the living room. Exposure was determined by following a chart that came with every roll of film. The flash required Sylvania Blue Dot bulbs that came mounted to a strip of cardboard. While I truthfully can't remember any of these photos being taken I do remember Dad pulling a bulb off that strip and touching the contact to his tongue in order to insure a good connection. Sometimes t...
Every now and then I take a picture that rocks. It doesn't happen often. Quite often I have to overlook a flaw and just be satisfied with what I like about the picture. This is one such shot. It has everything I was looking for anytime I'm taking pictures of family. There's expression, joy, emotion and spontaneity. That is one of the best looks I have ever gotten from any small child. Yet, there is also a serious flaw. The shot is out of focus and grainy (noisy in digital photography speak). With this picture I finally learned my lesson about using a manual focus lens to take pictures of a fast moving small child.
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