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The scanning begins
12 Jun 2020     Film, Motorcycles     More photos   
The scanning begins      
12 Jun 2020       Film, Motorcycles       Montana photos    
 
 
 
 

I'm scanning a box of pre-2004 photos, that being the year I got my first digital camera. I'm scanning negatives and ignoring the prints. Each strip of negatives is fed into a Nikon LS-40, which spits out a jpg every 2 minutes. So far I'm at 475 photos and I figure I'll be done by, um, the end of summer. It's not a bad task: each photo slowly reveals on the screen then is automatically saved as a jpg, then the LS-40 moves to the next. It's something that can be done while doing something else. I even scanned whilst on a Zoom board meeting, the webcam mic didn't pick up the scanner whir.

The scanned photos were taken with the simplest of Nikons, a camera I'd now find curious as it offered no adjustments at all. This is the opposite of current cameras, at least the ones I buy, covered with buttons and dials and embedded with pages of menus. My newest camera came with a 300+ page manual yet the coverage of many of the functions is so cursory you have to go online for guidance. But I digress.

 
 
 
 
 
Paul taking a break 
This was taken in the summer of 1998, somewhere on the east side of the Rockies. One of the rare times I shot black and white film. My gut says it's Montana but it might be Wyoming. Back in the day Paul and I used to take several weeks-long motorcycle trips each year. This image is stitched from two shots.
 
 
 
 
Paul taking a break 
This was taken in the summer of 1998, somewhere on the east side of the Rockies. One of the rare times I shot black and white film. My gut says it's Montana but it might be Wyoming. Back in the day Paul and I used to take several weeks-long motorcycle trips each year. This image is stitched from two shots.
 
 
 
 
Paul taking a break 
This was taken in the summer of 1998, somewhere on the east side of the Rockies. One of the rare times I shot black and white film. My gut says it's Montana but it might be Wyoming. Back in the day Paul and I used to take several weeks-long motorcycle trips each year. This image is stitched from two shots.