I know this image was taken a long time ago. I recognize the prehistoric life as being a Stegosaurus, a Dimetrodon, and a Triceratops but the image has not been around as long as the large reptiles pictured. The image is from my darkroom days so it was a while ago. Further proof is the old school design of the monitor, which is inset horizontally in a table and covered with glass, if that fact is not so apparent in […]
Shop Here, Punk! | From the B/W Film Negative Archive Even the post-modern punk needs a place to shop for clothes. The well-dressed iconoclast had to shop somewhere else after the fire of 1996 brought an end to one of Ybor City’s fashionable youth culture hot-spots – pardon the pun. Oh, Sweet Charity! Note the faded outline of the old sign over the door denotes this used to be some sort of photography shop.
Florida Requiem | B/W Negative Archive Half expecting Vincent Price to walk out of the crypt, it all looked so much like a movie set, this old, hidden, Florida cemetery where grief and eternity meet decorated by the sorrowful statue, the photo of the deceased, a few despondent branches reaching for life from the stump of the old oak tree, the gate. Depressing and glorious at the same time.
Ybor City | B/W Negative Archive Guavaween aftermath from a distant point along the space-time continuum. Years ago it took real work, especially late at night, to lug a big, bulky camera around to get photos like this. Prosit!
Somewhere in Florida | From the B/W negative archive Waiting for the singer, the band and the audience, the microphone expectant. At a concert in an old theater in Ybor City, the bouncers patrolled the room cracking down on smokers due to the fire hazard. The bouncers pounced on me for a moment mistaking in the dark from a distance the red light on the flash attachment as a lit cigarette. Sometimes, like this image, ambient light is best.
Billiards | Tampa-St. Petersburg | Florida A photo dug up from the darkroom archives while waiting for Hurricane Irma to pass. Looking at this photo conjures the smell of the darkroom chemicals, the elaborate laboratory like procedures to develop the film and then print from the negative, the hulking industrial enlarger, the red lights, all the time and effort it took. As for taking the photo, loud music blasting through the stink of stale beer and cigarette smoke. Two opposing […]