Drove my mom to hear music from the core strings of the Richmond Symphony, we sat close up. She was transcendentally happy.
Scanned a negative this morning. Didn’t have to spend any time removing color, adjusting contrast. The year, 1978…
Photographic film is a sheet of plastic (polyester, PET, nitrocellulose or cellulose acetate) coated with an emulsion containing light-sensitive silver halide salts (bonded by gelatin) with variable crystal sizes that determine the sensitivity, contrast and resolution of the film. When the emulsion is sufficiently exposed to light (or other forms of electromagnetic radiation such as X-rays), it forms a latent (invisible) image. Chemical processes can then be applied to the film to create a visible image, in a process called film developing.–Wikipedia
During WWII, before my father deployed, my parents moved all over the US. This month, my mom is changing address again, 3rd time in 21 months. She rangers on, I long for the stability of the homes she created.
Father, husband, brother, uncle, friend… A very very very good man.
June 30, 1926 — June 11, 2012