It was great having Daniel home once again—this time for Thanksgiving Break. Driving up with his Dad, who had been in Atlanta for some meetings, the two arrived Wednesday just in time to get things ready for the big feast the next day.
Daniel was on a photo assignment for his photography class—his job was to document the day, in black and white film (i.e. not digital) for a presentation.
Snap, snap went the Canon AE-1 (yes, the same kind of camera I had in photography class in 1981), as he captured mashed potatoes, carrot drumsticks, and the Tofurkey on film.
I’m glad that they still require photography students to become familiar with actual film photography. There’s just something about learning to roll cellulose acetate onto plastic spools in total darkness, developing the film, enlarging the picture and then watching it develop before your very eyes as you bathe it in one chemical bath to another. Ahhh, the smell of the darkroom.
But over Thanksgiving Break there was one particular photography event that involved the entire family’s participation, and left a lasting impression on us all. The assignment was to take a picture that illustrated the word “wet.” In order to accomplish this mission, Daniel recruited his father to be the “photographer’s assistant,” and hold the hose with water running through a sieve, downward. He then recruited his sister, Heather, to be the willing model to stand under the very cold “rain” coming from above. I played the part of journalist—recording the event in pictures.
The photo shoot went very well, until the willing model had had enough, and ran into the house crying, and a sorrowful photographer rushed around the house to quickly turn off the water so he could go inside to comfort his sister—but alas! As the photographer started standing up, he whacked his head on the side of the house, putting a nasty gash right on top of his scalp. In the meantime, sister is taking a hot shower, trying to warm up, mother is inside preparing a packed lunch to take to the airport so the student can enjoy a homemade gourmet meal on the flight back to Southern. After taking a closer look at the nasty gash, father takes son to emergency medical clinic where son receives several stitches, a fancy looking head bandage, and returns home for an extra night with his family before leaving for Southern in the morning.
Happily, the photographer is now doing well, stitches are out, photo is developed, and I hope he gets an “A!” Below are photos of: a)the photographer; b)the photographer’s helper; c)the willing model.
To see the winning black and white photo, check out this link at Daniel Wahlen Photography: