"Lubitel" from Kentucky
I have a weakness for "Lubitel". I had it once in 70s until it drowned here:
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That's me with "Lubitel" on my knees.
We've got overturn soon after the moment.
The water was cold (it was spring; the snow was still covering some spots).
We managed to save all the things but "Lubitel" and "Zenit".
I am sure they are still sleeping not far from each other under heavy ice on Msta river bottom.
It is 200 miles to NW from Moscow, Russia.
The one on top I received from Monticello, KY.
There was roll of (presumably) exposed Kodak Verichrome Pan sleeping in camera for years.
HC-110 dil A 5min at 60F/15.6C.
The negatives came sharp with little fog.
All eight:
I think this is self-portrait.
He is probably the original owner of the camera.
"Lubitel" has self-timer, so it was possible.
This shot has many embedded time markers -- more then others.
That's what we can see (all the office stuff, old chair, maps etc) and what we can't (computers/cell phones).
I would suggest 80s, second half, but I'm not an expert.
The map on the wall:
Looks like Monticello's map to me:
fragment:
That is may be local government's office. Water/Electricity/Property Appraisal etc.
These two are higher quality.
Faces are clearly visible (click to zoom into the fragment):
Same young man on the next, now with camera:
Click to zoom the fragment:
Camera in his hands looks like TLR, but it is not the "Lubitel" -- unless there was a giant mirror.
Fireplace. 19 century-style shot.
I think somebody start playing with the camera.
Here she is:
She is probably photographing herself: the camera is on the ground and she is looking into the lens all the time.
I think the guy on the first shot is her father/uncle.
He perhaps did not like the camera and finally gave it to her.
She played a bit with funny thing before abandoning it for a new "Polaroid".
That's it.
I sent a message to the seller -- he did not reply.
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We are like waves, ocean waves.
Run with no limits, no end
Others are rolling along --
Before you, after you.
Everything looks so familiar, so boring:
wind, space, clouds.
But wait, something is coming;
See this white stripe ahead?
All front-runners are start disappearing in this white roaring,
Now you are falling in foam and sound,
Leaving on the sand seagrass and debris:
a bottle,
piece of wood,
funny twin lens camera
with wet roll of film...