Warning – long rambling post follows!
I was musing on what film has given us. For the first time, we could know what the world and its people were really like. Whether it be the great and the good (Oliver Cromwell may have asked to be painted “warts and all”, but I doubt many others did), to the conditions that my forebears experienced in the streets of England’s northern industrial towns. It brought us the beauty of landscapes we could never see, and the horrors of war that we hoped never to experience. We learned how a horse gallops, and could peer into the far reaches of the galaxy. In short it documented 150 years of our history.
It may not be dead, it will probably exist in some form for a long time yet, but its great days are surely behind it.
I never did any darkroom work (except for scientific photography), though when we moved into our current house it did have a darkroom set up by the previous owner. I think I prefer Lightroom!
Of course, it wasn’t perfect. It was always possible to adjust images, whether it was Victorian children magicking fairies, or Soviet leaders removing the out of favour from the top of Lenin’s mausoleum. Still that was distinctly small beer compared to image manipulation, for good or ill, that digital gives us. Countering that, though, the explosion of consumer digital in camera phones now makes it much, much harder for authorities to construct and maintain their versions of events. From the Arab Spring to demonstrations in London, we get images that we just would not have seen before.
So whilst I do regret the demise of film, and those intrepid pioneers who lugged their gear up mountains, we move on. (Mind you, I have a nephew who’s done several tours of duty as a photo journalist in Iraq and Afghanistan – and digital or no, it’s not exactly a stroll in the park.)
I enthusiastically embrace digital, and all the opportunities it brings, as I can see any hour of the day on CiC.