I care what your image represents. It’s not a piece of paper or a piece of film, it is a living, breathing memory of a husband, wife, parent, grandparent, child, favorite pet you grew up with, a place where you fell in love, a vacation, a wedding, a 75th anniversary for your parents, maybe a time period which you thought was better then today, only you really know what that image represents to you.
As I said on the top page, I’m a baby boomer, senior citizen, our generation documented our lives by the photograph. While I may not know emotionally what your photo represents, I do know what our photos mean to us, and Sue and I have lost photos over the years that we wish we had back. So, yes I do know how important each image, memory, is for you.
I treat each photo as a precious memory. I believe in being honest, not only with you, but with your image. Each restoration is done to preserve the feeling and look, minus the damage of course, of the time period in which the photo was taken.
As far as experience goes, let me tell you a little story. I learned photography from my Dad, who was a photographer before the war (World War 2), during it in the Pacific campaign and after. When I was 5 we moved to Long Island and he built a darkroom in the basement. Down there I learned to develop film, enlarge, burn and dodge, various techniques for restoring negatives and prints and much more.
Over the years I’ve managed camera departments, and have been lucky that all through my life I’ve had photography and images as a passion. I first started working on images with a computer back in the late 1980s, before there was a program called Photoshop, back when if you wanted a computer to do anything you pretty much had to write the program yourself. Fast forward to today, and I’m still working with images, now using very sophisticated programs.
Before semi-retiring, I was doing private restorations, and in my spare time, restoring our own extensive collections of family photos going back to the early 1900s. Now, I divide my time between our own images, volunteering time to Operation Photo Rescue and working on photos for folks like you. I can’t think of a better way to spend my semi-retirement.
What many restorers fail to remember is that the image they are working on is not a just a piece of film, or today, some colored pixels on a screen, it is part of a person’s life, a cherished memory of times past.
I do all of my work remembering the main lesson my Dad taught me in that basement darkroom 6 decades ago. Respect The Memory Of The Image.