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
1998
Scanned negative
2000 x 774
1.2 Mb
Scanned and stitched
jamesgaston.ca/photo/5768
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
1998
Scanned negative
2000 x 774
1.2 Mb
Scanned and stitched
jamesgaston.ca/photo/5768
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
1998
Scanned negative
2000 x 774
1.2 Mb
Scanned and stitched
jamesgaston.ca/photo/5768
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.
