[LargeFormat] Introductions

[Les Newcomer]

On Saturday, January 18, 2003, at 08:12 PM, Bob wrote:

>
> 	I have tried that, the one that uses large format says he sends to a 
> place that only accepts professional photographers


Then you just became a professional photographer. I've seen pro 
photographers that were all hype and didn't know a thing about how to 
shoot well.  Stick "photographer" or "studio" after your name and give 
them a credit card and a box of exposed film and suddenly your a 
photographer.


Re: quiet on the list.  everybody's telling what they are doing... soooo  
My 6 year old daughter was on my lap and we were playing a computer game 
when she finally noticed the handle above the knee hole on my (was my 
grandfather's) roll top desk.  She pulled, but it didn't move. Then she 
noticed the cracks in the desktop and the slanted board in the knee hole.  
Her eyes grew big.

"Daddy can we clean off your desk?"  she said while I'm still trying to 
get to the 105th level of Mega Mutilation. Her eyes had tipped her hand, 
but was still working like a diplomat.

"I suppose, but we'd have to quit the game first", I said blankly.
Suddenly, just before I went into hyperspace the game died.
"What happened!!!" I exclaimed thinking the program had run amok.
" I hit "esc", now can we clean your desk?", in a tone normally reserved 
for Donald Rumsfeld announcing the sudden jump to "code red + 2"

"Sure".

Within two minutes she had everything-- about a bushel-- off the desk.

"Now can we open the secret compartment???"

"Sure."... Now I'm enjoying this....

She carefully flips open the lid and up pops a very dusty, 1930s Champion 
Underwood typewriter I had bought as a teenager (no, not new) and used in 
college. The whole mechanics of the system suprised her.

I don't think a room full of Barbie toys and a week's vaction with the 
Olsen twins would have put a bigger smile on this kid's face. The kid 
squeeled and squeeked like a chimpmunk.
"Can we use it???!!!!!"   "What is it??!!!

So here I sit, with the mercury in the thermometer hibernating in the 
bottom of the tube, watching my kid whack at a note to her great aunt on a 
30s typewriter,  inside a teens desk,  in a house built at the turn of the 
last century, and in the background, I hear my wife is watching an Andy 
Hardy movie.....

"Daddy! this thing doesn't have a "1"!!!"
"....Where's the exclamation point?!"


There's no question about it.... I live in the past.


Les