After holiday dinners, my grandpa would bust out the faux-leather bound Polaroid, mount it to a tripod and tell us all to stop moving, “It’s not a movie camera!” Then he’d be amazed it was almost ready 5 seconds later. Every single time.
I remember when a flash was essentially an exploding bulb. Before me, they made a pop sound. In the 70s, there were cubes that rotated so you’d get multiple uses, IIRC. The real pros later had strobes but also, just bouncing the light off the ceiling and such cut down on the red eye which was really about light shooting directly into the eyes. That direct light also created harsh shadows and washed out features.
My shirt 110 camera had a plug(boot?) that you could stick a bar of eight flash bulbs in to. Every picture triggered a super satisfying ‘snick!’ and one of the bulbs would be blown out.
I guess that’s better than igniting a pile of phosphorous for illumination, but, what a waste!
After holiday dinners, my grandpa would bust out the faux-leather bound Polaroid, mount it to a tripod and tell us all to stop moving, “It’s not a movie camera!” Then he’d be amazed it was almost ready 5 seconds later. Every single time.
I remember when a flash was essentially an exploding bulb. Before me, they made a pop sound. In the 70s, there were cubes that rotated so you’d get multiple uses, IIRC. The real pros later had strobes but also, just bouncing the light off the ceiling and such cut down on the red eye which was really about light shooting directly into the eyes. That direct light also created harsh shadows and washed out features.
My shirt 110 camera had a plug(boot?) that you could stick a bar of eight flash bulbs in to. Every picture triggered a super satisfying ‘snick!’ and one of the bulbs would be blown out.
I guess that’s better than igniting a pile of phosphorous for illumination, but, what a waste!