There's something numbing about contact sheets and the repetition; at the same time they reveal a lot. I spent some considerable time squinting at food shots on this kind of proof sheet with a magnifier, mostly looking for error. I was never very confident about the aesthetic part of the process and I'd rely on the photographers to pick out the best shots. Now that I'm a student at the Sepia Saturday College of Photographic Inspection, I'm enjoying these sheets much more. I've learned from all my Sepian friends about the details which can tell so much about a person, a place or a time. Yes, the devil is certainly in there somewhere.
Among my keepsakes, I found these photo booth strips, the closest thing I have to contact sheets. The smiling child at the top of the post is my sister Eilleen at about eight years old; one strip is of my mother, Jill Killeen in 1969 at about fifty-nine years of age; and the last strip is my mother and me when I was about three years old. As usual I suffered when held still...I had "itchy" feet even then.
And here's where my itchy feet have brought me now...to the porch of a houseboat on Lake Dal in Kashmir.
Grab your magnifying glass and head over to www.sepiasaturda.blogspot.com for more inspection adventures.