I have no doubt that there are many thousands of old cameras with
partially exposed films in them. I'm probably the worlds leading
processor of these jewels. Most rolls are useless. Victims of treasure
hunting yard sale vultures that open the cameras to see what's inside.
When I get a roll with images on it, the shots are early on the roll.
They are priceless lost remnants of unknown people, from a forgotten
time. Handling the camera and the film that connects to these lost
people, connects me to my past.
Camera source was a junk store in
Albany, NY.
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Someone gave
thought to these photographs. A significant event was occurring.
Learning to tie your shoes is no small thing.
Mom is directing the shot from the right, while Dad is operating the
Sunbeam six twenty that now sits on my shelf.

The
orientation of the shoe and foot was insignificant. The kid had
the right idea and parental love, well, you get the idea.
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I have no
idea how much time transpired between frames 1 and 3. It used to cost
money to see your photos so cameras were put away until something cool
happened. The kid is likely my age and the animal is a long ago
hamburger or something.
Acetylene tank.