Back in 1983 I visited this Civil war Fort with my fiancé, we did the tourist thing and walked around reading the plaques and taking photos. Only then it was all film.
Digging around in a closet last week I found the transparency laying on the floor, it had fallen out of it’s storage glassene and ended up on the dark floor where it has been stepped on… apparently multiple times. Accidents happen and I do have multiple frames of the image so in the end I haven’t lost much.
It did remind me of all the ups and downs of living in the film world…you shot a lot less (each shot cost money), composed the image a lot longer and didn’t see the images until days or weeks later. Unless you had a polaroid attachment, you did not have a instant view of the image — you had to rely on your training, instincts or experience (whichever was greater) to get a good photo. Manipulation of the image was usually limited to what you could do IN FRONT of the lens, not after in a computer.
That fact in itself made me — a professional — a viable entity in the world. Natural talent combined with the understanding of the mysterious “dark room” and proper training provided myself and my peers with work and job security. Nowadays, a cell phone and multiple graphic apps or a DSLR set on auto will give anyone a pretty good image lowering the need to hire a professional. My profession is a victim of the very technology I love.