{"id":51324,"date":"2024-07-26T08:32:58","date_gmt":"2024-07-26T15:32:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/?p=51324"},"modified":"2024-07-26T08:35:01","modified_gmt":"2024-07-26T15:35:01","slug":"legacy-lenses-and-a-bit-of-privilege","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/2024\/07\/26\/legacy-lenses-and-a-bit-of-privilege\/","title":{"rendered":"Legacy lenses and a bit of privilege"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class='__iawmlf-post-loop-links' style='display:none;' data-iawmlf-post-links='[{&quot;id&quot;:878,&quot;href&quot;:&quot;https:\\\/\\\/tenforward.social\\\/@djwudi\\\/112830719156522847&quot;,&quot;archived_href&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;redirect_href&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;checks&quot;:[],&quot;broken&quot;:false,&quot;last_checked&quot;:null,&quot;process&quot;:&quot;done&quot;},{&quot;id&quot;:879,&quot;href&quot;:&quot;https:\\\/\\\/www.flickr.com\\\/photos\\\/djwudi\\\/albums\\\/72177720319151369&quot;,&quot;archived_href&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;redirect_href&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;checks&quot;:[],&quot;broken&quot;:false,&quot;last_checked&quot;:null,&quot;process&quot;:&quot;done&quot;},{&quot;id&quot;:879,&quot;href&quot;:&quot;https:\\\/\\\/www.flickr.com\\\/photos\\\/djwudi\\\/albums\\\/72177720319151369&quot;,&quot;archived_href&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;redirect_href&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;checks&quot;:[],&quot;broken&quot;:false,&quot;last_checked&quot;:null,&quot;process&quot;:&quot;done&quot;}]'><\/div>\n<p>(Collecting and editing together <a href=\"https:\/\/tenforward.social\/@djwudi\/112830719156522847\">a Mastodon thread<\/a>. Nothing new to see if you follow me there.)<\/p>\n<p>This past weekend I went down to Portland to visit my mom, and all the photos I took were shot using lenses from her dad&#8217;s (film) Konica Minolta, attached to my Nikon D750 using a lens adapter. The lenses date from sometime after 1976, according to what I&#8217;ve been able to determine from a little web research), and require shooting all manual (which is a good skill to brush up on from time to time anyway), and it was a lot of fun to do.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display:block; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;\" src=\"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/07\/d750konicavivitar-scaled.jpeg\" alt=\"A Nikon D750 DSLR sits on a coffee table. Attached to it is an 1970s Konica lens, while a Vivitar lens from the same era sits nearby.\" title=\"d750konicavivitar.jpeg\" border=\"0\" width=\"2016\" height=\"1512\" \/><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/djwudi\/albums\/72177720319151369\/\">The weekend&#8217;s photos are now in a Flickr album<\/a>. I really like the quality of these; they\u2019re definitely not as \u201cclean\u201d as I get with more modern lenses, but the flaws of the older glass produce some neat effects, particularly in lower-light situations where I\u2019m shooting wide open. Not an everyday lens choice, to be sure, but definitely worth bringing out from time to time.<\/p>\n<p><a data-flickr-embed=\"true\" data-header=\"true\" data-footer=\"true\" href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/djwudi\/albums\/72177720319151369\" title=\"Portland Weekend July 2024\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/65535\/53881920469_dac42b5f1e_k_d.jpg\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" alt=\"Portland Weekend July 2024\"\/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And finally, a funny-but-serious (to me, in retrospect) story about this photo:<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"display:block; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;\" src=\"https:\/\/michaelhans.com\/eclecticism\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/07\/Portland-Weekend-054.jpg\" alt=\"A pane of shattered glass, with cracks radiating out from a central impact point; a smaller impact point is just to one side. Behind the glass and artfully out of focus are sparkling pieces of jewelry.\" title=\"Portland Weekend - 054.jpg\" border=\"0\" width=\"835\" height=\"1250\" \/><\/p>\n<p>After spending the morning at the Pittock Mansion, mom and I needed lunch, and wanted to find someplace air conditioned, since it was a 90\u00b0+ day in Portland. So we went to a close-ish mall, the Lloyd Center, not knowing that it is virtually abandoned \u2014 I\u2019d be surprised if it was at 30% capacity. Empty space after empty space, with just a few stragglers trying to hold on, mostly grouped around the ice rink at the mall\u2019s center.<\/p>\n<p>After eating some mediocre Orange Julius chili dogs and watching a bit of a Willy Wonka on Ice production on the ice rink (because, sure, why not toss some random Roald Dahl in), we were wandering on when we passed a jewelry store. One of the display case windows of the store had been shattered by something, leaving a very prominent starburst pattern in the glass. This caught my eye, and I figured I\u2019d see what kind of shot I could get, with the cracked window and the sparkle of the jewelry behind it.<\/p>\n<p>Being in \u201cabsent minded art brain\u201d mode, I didn\u2019t even think about what this might look like until, through the viewfinder, I noticed the store employees looking at me and gesturing in my direction. Suddenly very conscious of the situation, I put the camera down as a pleasant looking lady came out to talk with me. As it turns out, as soon as I apologized for not thinking about the optics of the situation and explained what I was doing, it turned out that she was also a bit of an amateur photographer, and we had a nice little chat about the window, how the shatter effect looked, and what sort of shots I might get. And then, after another little laugh about the whole thing, we all moved on.<\/p>\n<p>But as we walked away, I couldn\u2019t help but think about the rather stark privilege in the experience. Wandering through a down-at-heels mall, passing a jewelry store that someone had likely tried to rob, blithely taking photos of the damage, and walking away with a pleasant conversation and funny story. I have to think that would have turned out differently if I hadn\u2019t been a 51 year old white man wandering around with his disabled mother in a powered chair. But in the moment? I just thought it would be a neat photo.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Collecting and editing together a Mastodon thread. 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