The Dark Room
That Old Tog has seen things.
He shot news and editorial from the late 1970s through the mid-1990s. He was present at one significant event he has never named. He left the industry when digital killed his lab contract and has not forgiven anyone involved.
He has opinions about autofocus. About softboxes. About anyone who calls themselves a photographer because they own a mirrorless. About Ansel Adams, whom he knew personally and who would not recognize what passes for photography today.
He writes when he feels like it. He ends columns without warning. He has never used a preset and does not plan to start.
From the latest column:
"You don't take a photograph, you make it. You know what making it was? It was hours. In the dark. Sweat. Tears. Blood. And the smell of acetic acid emanating from your pores for three days after you were done."
— That Old Tog · "Ansel Adams Told Me Once. I've Never Forgotten. Neither Have My Lungs."
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