Osceola, girl scout's chief
One can buy amaizing stuff out of eBay.
Some cardboard box from old camera (long gone), stuffed with:
- "blue dot" flash lamps,
- manuals for extinct cameras,
- dusty filters,
- broken timers,
- rolls of old film.
The cost is next to nothing since nobody wants it but me.
The old film rolls, that's what I am looking for.
The exposed rolls, forgotten forever, never developed rolls.
Here is this box from Kodak's "Starmeter", came from Tennessee -- I bought it because of the film.
Kodak Verichrome Pan 620 with "Develop before March 1968" printed on the box -- found film hunter's dream!
The roll was not exposed in Starmeter, a 127-format camera.
The user manual found in the same box pointed to the right candidate:
"Imperial 620", primitive 6x6 box camera for 620 format:
Cold HC-110 as usual..yes, all 12:
Wow, what are the simple fanny pictures!
The girl scouts are having fun at the Seminole Indian reservation.
I have to admit that I know the place, have been to this village several times.
It is here, in South Florida. Even the address is visible on the 2nd and 3rd frames:
Seminole Okalee
Indian Village,
HWY 441, Davie, Fla
I have been riding by for 2 years.
That was a long commute 65 miles one way -- from Miami to Boca.
I have been looking for a closer job all the time.
One day the Seminoles invited me for the interview (I'm computer freak).
They needed sysadmin to work for their Indian government.
I went to the village.
They have casinos now; have money; so they build nice building for the Indian Government.
If you enter, you'll see a big lobby with sculptures of great Seminoles of the past.
The interview went ok and I had been invited for a drug test.
So I came 2nd time and intrepidly gave up some of my precious urine.
But the offer did not follow.
May be they just did not like my urine?
I have been trying to picture in my mind how they sit in a circle, red-faced, in feather headdresses, passing my urine sample along the circle.
Each one of them takes the glass with yellow liquid; moves it slowly around his gorgeous big red nose and passes to the next, shaking his head in disapproval:
Not this one. Not our smell.
Then, in 2 month, I lost my job in Boca, and they invited me again, this time to the casino.
Once again: good interview, drug test and...nothing.
Which was not a big surprise this time:)
Images on the film are before the casinos and before all the money.
They needed tourists badly.
Attractions are --
the fights with gators,
the traditional funeral rithuals,
the vultures in cages,
the photo spot with false Indian dresses made of painted plywood.
Not much.
But, our girl scouts from Tennessee fall into these old tricks.
At the end of the roll they photograph each other in the street of the village.
One is raising her hand in three-finger salute; so uncomfortable gesture...
fin
Some cardboard box from old camera (long gone), stuffed with:
- "blue dot" flash lamps,
- manuals for extinct cameras,
- dusty filters,
- broken timers,
- rolls of old film.
The cost is next to nothing since nobody wants it but me.
The old film rolls, that's what I am looking for.
The exposed rolls, forgotten forever, never developed rolls.
Here is this box from Kodak's "Starmeter", came from Tennessee -- I bought it because of the film.
Kodak Verichrome Pan 620 with "Develop before March 1968" printed on the box -- found film hunter's dream!
The roll was not exposed in Starmeter, a 127-format camera.
The user manual found in the same box pointed to the right candidate:
"Imperial 620", primitive 6x6 box camera for 620 format:
Cold HC-110 as usual..yes, all 12:
Wow, what are the simple fanny pictures!
The girl scouts are having fun at the Seminole Indian reservation.
I have to admit that I know the place, have been to this village several times.
It is here, in South Florida. Even the address is visible on the 2nd and 3rd frames:
Seminole Okalee
Indian Village,
HWY 441, Davie, Fla
I have been riding by for 2 years.
That was a long commute 65 miles one way -- from Miami to Boca.
I have been looking for a closer job all the time.
One day the Seminoles invited me for the interview (I'm computer freak).
They needed sysadmin to work for their Indian government.
I went to the village.
They have casinos now; have money; so they build nice building for the Indian Government.
If you enter, you'll see a big lobby with sculptures of great Seminoles of the past.
The interview went ok and I had been invited for a drug test.
So I came 2nd time and intrepidly gave up some of my precious urine.
But the offer did not follow.
May be they just did not like my urine?
I have been trying to picture in my mind how they sit in a circle, red-faced, in feather headdresses, passing my urine sample along the circle.
Each one of them takes the glass with yellow liquid; moves it slowly around his gorgeous big red nose and passes to the next, shaking his head in disapproval:
Not this one. Not our smell.
Then, in 2 month, I lost my job in Boca, and they invited me again, this time to the casino.
Once again: good interview, drug test and...nothing.
Which was not a big surprise this time:)
Images on the film are before the casinos and before all the money.
They needed tourists badly.
Attractions are --
the fights with gators,
the traditional funeral rithuals,
the vultures in cages,
the photo spot with false Indian dresses made of painted plywood.
Not much.
But, our girl scouts from Tennessee fall into these old tricks.
At the end of the roll they photograph each other in the street of the village.
One is raising her hand in three-finger salute; so uncomfortable gesture...
fin