Many of my
peer photographers go to the Gulf Islands and retire. In Spanish to retire it
to jubilar. The root is júbilo which translates to an enthusiastic
jubilation.
In that
other century I hated going to photograph Canadian Pacific Limited retirements.
I would complain to Rosemary who would look at me with “we need the money” eyes.
These men would be American-style roasted. One was given a rocking chair, another a job jar to put in the kitchen so his wife would write little notes on
tasks he was obliged to do.
At my age of
83 the concept of retirement from my photography, scanning and writing these
blogs is anathema.
Ever since
my Argentine mentor artist Juan Manuel
Sácnchez pointed out and convinced me that there was an artist in me, the idea
of quitting and watching TV, is something I will not consider.
I may be
lucky in that my vision is very good so I can sit in front of monitor and fix
the dust spots of my plant scans.
Here are
three that I believe are out of the ordinary (cutting edge perhaps?).
In one of
them, I pointed my Mamiya RB-67 at Courtenay who was on the opposite wall of my
studio. In front of the Mamiya, I had my iPhone3G in a bracket on a tripod. I
then focused and took a picture with my Fuji X-E1 of what I could see looking down on the
Mamiya viewfinder.
