{"id":641,"date":"2007-03-24T20:15:48","date_gmt":"2007-03-25T01:15:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/641"},"modified":"2007-03-25T07:25:09","modified_gmt":"2007-03-25T12:25:09","slug":"the-problem-with-sorting-through-old-slides","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/641","title":{"rendered":"The Problem With Sorting Through Old Slides&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230;is that you risk running across ones of an old crush wearing really, really sexy cut-offs like guys used to back in the 70s before American males became paranoid about being sexy below the waist.<\/p>\n<p>I always had a pretty well organized filing system for my black and white negatives.&nbsp; My slides were another story.&nbsp; Since I wasn&#8217;t in a position to be able to afford a color darkroom back when I was a teenager, I just made do with keeping them in the boxes they came back from Kodak in.&nbsp; Occasionally I would develop my own color slide film, which you could theoretically do without a major darkroom setup.&nbsp; But the old Kodak E-4 processing kit was expensive and at the end of it was the tedious task of mounting all those slides yourself.&nbsp; So I didn&#8217;t do that too often.&nbsp; But I did it enough that I can at least say that, yes, I did some of my own color work back then.&nbsp; Just not prints.<\/p>\n<p>So the slides had their own very haphazard filing system which was basically just numbers on the boxes, and a little info about what they were.&nbsp; Now that I&#8217;m well into the Big Scan project, I needed to get them a tad more organized then they are.&nbsp; See&#8230;the boxes of slides never had contact sheets associated with them like the negatives did.&nbsp; If I needed to find a particular black and white photo I would look through the contact sheets for it, and when I found it that contact sheet would have a number on it that corresponded to a glassine envelope with the negatives for that sheet in it.&nbsp; But to find a particular color slide I had to rummage through the boxes until I found the one I thought it was in, open it, and sort through the slides, eyeballing each one until I found what I was looking for.&nbsp; So searching for a slide always meant handling and shuffling through a lot of them, in a way that searching for a negative never did.<\/p>\n<p>The end result over time was a mess.&nbsp; Over the years far, far too many slides ended back up in the wrong boxes.&nbsp; At one point there was a group of them I just gave up on, and tossed them all together into one big box.&nbsp; I tried buying projector trays and storing a few boxes of slides in those, so I could search using a projector or slide viewer, instead of handling them all individually.&nbsp; By the time I got around to getting all my old slides organized for the Big Scan, I had about three concurrent filing systems for them, and none of them were up to date.<\/p>\n<p>So this weekend I&#8217;ve been sorting them all back together, into their original roll film groups.&nbsp; The problem was worst in the slides from the early 1970s to the mid 1980s.&nbsp; That bunch needed a lot of work getting them all back together in the right order, and it didn&#8217;t surprise me.&nbsp; That period of time in my life was right before the decade when I just put my cameras (and all my other art tools) away, because I just couldn&#8217;t cope with my feelings.&nbsp; As badly alone as I&#8217;m feeling now, I was really crushed emotionally back then.&nbsp; Life was just complete bleakness and I felt I had no future to look forward to at all.&nbsp; I just couldn&#8217;t bear to look at anything I did creatively because that inner desolation kept staring back at me from all of it&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;and ironically enough, that&#8217;s when I turned to computer programming as a creative outlet.&nbsp; So in a very strange way I&#8217;m earning a damn good living now, because of this horrible personal life crisis I had back then.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway&#8230;It was like an intensely condensed review of that part of my life before a lot of darkness fell.&nbsp; And one-by-one all my old boyfriends and all the old crushes, all the guys who made my heart beat, and who one-by one broke it a little more, came popping out of the stacks of slides back at me.&nbsp; Including one I saw just a while ago, that I really, really wish I hadn&#8217;t, of one guy in particular who I became way, way too strung out over once upon a time, and who told me a year ago that I needed to stay in the closet if I wanted to make more friends.<\/p>\n<p>I was sorting through some slides I took on a visit to see him when he lived down in Florida back in the early 1980s.&nbsp; We were strolling along the beach and I snapped a few shots of him.&nbsp; He&#8217;s just wearing a light short sleeved shirt and these really nice cut-offs.&nbsp; Sometimes he&#8217;s smiling back at the camera.&nbsp; Sometimes he&#8217;s looking handsomely off into the distance.<\/p>\n<p>Funny how beautiful a tornado can be to behold.&nbsp; I guess that&#8217;s why there are storm chasers.&nbsp; But they know to keep their distance.&nbsp; I didn&#8217;t.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230;is that you risk running across ones of an old crush wearing really, really sexy cut-offs like guys used to back in the 70s before American males became paranoid about being sexy below the waist. 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