Argust Memories

Another Argus Day come and gone. Here's some preliminary "scans" from the roll I took yesterday, and developed last night in Caffenol C. I've simply got to buckle down and get a decent scanner if I'm going to post pictures: these look like they've been shot though a fine mixture of Vaseline and sand. The excess dust on the guitar picture is particularly annoying.

My "handoscan" technique is holding up a sandwich of white plastic, the negative sleeves, and a sheet of clear Plexiglas to the window and then photographing it in macro mode with my digital camera. (In other words: pathetic.) Reflections from the digital camera bounce back onto the Plexiglas and sleeves, so many of the shots have a mysterious ring on them. What I need to do is encase the setup in a box of some kind to limit stray reflections. I'm still experimenting.

On Timing

I spent my Monday unable to participate in Take Your Box Camera to Work Day since I instead was at home celebrating Deal With a Feverish Toddler Day (an adjunct of Get Only Three Hours of Sleep Night.) We're back in form for the new month now, celebrating a new (to me) mechanical marvel that showed up in the bottom of a battered old camera bag from Goodwill, aka, "The House of a Thousand Temptations." This is a small spring-driven timer, suitable for connecting to the release button of many cameras. It's shown with the timing lever all the way extended. Imagine it poised on top of a camera, point side down, the little round circle slowly inching to the 6-o-clock position and snapping a photo. Here's a more impressive collection of them, showing the original red paint in the circle, long since gone in my example (an Autoknips IV, if you're curious.) It's wonderful, a tiny little clockwork device intended to solve the very practical problem of squeezing Uncle Mort out from behind the camera and into the picture. I certainly prefer this design to modern camera self timers, which flash a very urgent-looking red light as they countdown to the snap. This reminds me of a railroad wigwag, a piece of vanishing tech that has very few examples left (including this one my area.)

There were a few other examples of old technology stuffed into the bag: a battered Argus C3 brick camera plus lenses (score!), an old Agfalux flash unit with the folding reflector (like this) and some ephemera, like a metal 35mm film can and a couple of flash bulbs. I'll work on getting them cleaned up and photographed and presentable, when I'm not wiping noses over midnight informercials.

I hope you know what you're doing

• Moses
• My new Matchmatic and its teeny tiny dial
• Understanding EV (caution: mention of logarithms)
  
• Matchmatic goes Hollywood
  

Argust 8, the aftermath

Stealthy shutterbuggery

• Introducing the Olympus Pen
• Argust 8 page and past entries at flickr
  
• Flickr 888
  

It's nearly here...

The eighth annual World Argus Day is nearly upon us. Fans of low-tech photography should really give this a try. Get your hands on an Argus C3 or one of their other models, and carry it with you on Friday, "Argust" 8th. Celebrate a classic American camera brand, and get re-acquainted with the mysteries of shooting film.

Argust Fever -- catch it!

Love me, love my brick

I'm becoming a fixture at the local thrift shops. If the traffic gods are cooperating during my lunch hour, I'm able to comfortably make it to three local shops, and on really fortunate days, make it to a fourth even further out. I've gotten the search down to a science now... favorite parking spots, key locations in the store where new items can be found, shortcuts to make it to the next store. It's very much the Thrill of the Hunt, though I have to admit that more times than not I'm disappointed with the results. Thanks to eBay, I feel that most of those treasures bound for Goodwill or the Garage Sale box are now being posted online. This of course motivates me all the more to go out and find some priceless treasure to bring home before it's badly boxed up and shipped off to points unknown. This week's treasure: an Argus C3 camera in its case. Motivation for buying it: smaller than a typewriter, so easier to justify, and an American-made camera that was not a Kodak, manufactured in Ann Arbor, Michigan, one of the places I've called home. Also, it's cool. And heavy. And black. And full of dials and knobs and buttons and... ooo, just wrap it up I'll take it I don't need a bag!

A little 'Net research filled in all the blanks: affectionately known as "the brick" for its complete defiance of all things ergonomic, this hunk of metal and bakelite is credited for popularizing the 35mm format in the U.S.. Made in the millions, it finally gave way to sleeker designed cameras both domestic and from overseas -- cameras that did not have sharp edges, or require a four-step process to take a proper photo. I was holding in my hands the very essence of obsolescence, but with the bonus that I could actually find film for the blasted thing, cheaply and locally. In fact, better than cheaply, as I still had some long-expired black and white rolls rattling around at home. I checked the orphan camera manuals page for winding directions -- wind, release lock, wind, focus, cock shutter, click -- loaded up the film and planned to shoot a quick roll in the morning around our local city hall: a modern swoopy-styled building with a great deal of doorways, windows, shadows, and a fountain smack in the middle. Armed only with the "sunny 16" rule and a self-determined half-hour time limit, I set to work.

I can't say I was very optimistic. I've checked Flickr for other C3 enthusiasts and their photos, and have seen the gamut. One example has a flipped element in the lens assembly, so the photos all have an artistic, astigmatic quality in one corner. Much has been said about the "soft" qualities of the lens, and I had no assurance that this one was still light-tight after all these years. Net research showed that this camera was perhaps 60 years old, and there was no indication of how long it had been sitting in its case, or when the mechanisms had been used last. Would the shutter speed even be close to accurate? How badly am I judging the light? I didn't have a meter on me, so with the exception of the rangefinder, I was flying blind. No double-exposure protection here, either. Classic cameras make it colossally easy to goof up. I dropped off the roll at the local lab, and hoped.

Frankly, I'm thrilled. (flickr.com)

I'm sure I owe a great deal to Action Photo for the outstanding processing job: not just some pimply teen running a C-41 machine, but actual proper experts running a quality lab, taking time to adjust for the fact that this was seven-year-old film in a sixty-year-old camera. The photographer is of course to blame for the mundane subject matter, but the Argus held up like a champ. Brick it may be, but it took far better photos than many of the smooth plastic junkers I've owned over the years. Enthusiasts refer to this as the "Model A" of cameras, and for good reason. It's basic, it's functional, it's user-repairable (!), and it Just Works. I hope I do half as well when I'm in my sixties.