Lima, Ohio in the Year 2000

I have bittersweet feelings in looking at these photos. I was 27 to 28 years old and lived in a fantasy land that made me bold enough to take the sort of pictures that no one else was taking at that time. My aesthetic for urban photography was born then, and the heart of it hasn’t changed much over the years. I don’t do enough of it now.

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My photo archiving project continues. I decided to make albums of some of the photos on my Facebook page. The images for this blog posts are screen shots of an album that features photos I took in Lima in the year 2000. Back then I used one of the Sony Mavica cameras that recorded images onto floppy discs. I could fit just 10 images per disc, so I had to carry a baggy full of a dozen discs to make it through a photo walk.

Alas, I don’t have the originals files of these photos. All I have now are online copies, and the website where I uploaded them 19 years ago only has 500×375 or smaller versions of the images. I know that some of the photos had an original resolution of 1024×768 (if I felt bold enough to just take five pics per disc!). Lesson learned: back up photos in multiple ways. Burn them on discs or put them on a portable hard drive. Then back the most important ones up online, in more than one place.

I have bittersweet feelings in looking at these photos. I was 27 to 28 years old and lived in a fantasy land that made me bold enough to take the sort of pictures that no one else was taking at that time. My aesthetic for urban photography was born then, and the heart of it hasn’t changed much over the years. I don’t do enough of it now.

By the way, I’d be delighted if you followed me on Facebook. It has unlimited bandwidth for photos, and who knows what photo albums I may make from my archives.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Scale

We don’t have dramatic topography or structures in my area that are conducive to taking photos that tease our ordinary perceptions of scale. The land here in Lima, Ohio, is fairly flat. The few hills in this area are like sedentary folk in that they do most of their rolling while asleep. Our buildings are fairly short and squat as well. Short of renting a helicopter or buying a drone, I don’t have any vantage point I could use for a photo that says, “look how small we really are in the grand scheme of things.”

I suppose that some of our trees are tall enough to make us look small. I noticed this in a video I took of my husband and I walking through a local forest last weekend. The further we walk away, the more Lilliputian we look.

In reality, my husband, my daughter, and I are fairly short people. We ride together comfortably in a Honda Fit.

Last month, we attended a car show that had a few classic cars that are even smaller than our Honda Fit.

Here’s a photo of my husband walking by a 1957 BMW Isetta:


Perhaps the Isetta was the Smart Car of its time (but of higher quality, I hope). In this photo, my husband looks small enough to fit himself into that car twice over. While he is on the short side, I don’t think he’d have quite enough leg room in that Isetta.


Car Show and First Vlog


My various body parts that are in revolt were subdued during today’s odyssey that included a car show and making my very first video clip that features yours truly actually speaking:

This evening I discovered that creating video is a far more labor-intensive process than I anticipated. I applaud the folks who can produce cooking segments and action clips. I fear my computer would explode from the effort of editing such huge chunks of data.

Creating this clip was a comedy of technical errors. The first time I shot it, I spoke impeccably but forgot that I’d turned off the video sound on my camera. The second time, I noticed in reviewing the clip that the combo of backlighting and low angle conspired to make me look like a bloated version of Nigel Tufnel from Spinal Tap.

It’s not an easy thing to see yourself on video for the first time. All sorts of magic can be done with selfies to create an ideal image of yourself. I don’t think this is possible with video unless you are an editing whiz and have a tripod on stilts to shoot at a flattering angle.

Earlier in the day, my husband and I meandered about town and finished our journey with the Rebel Run Car Show at the Allen County Fairgrounds. There were over a hundred classic cars clear-coated and waxed to a shine that begs for sunglasses.

I wish I’d taken a picture of the man who had a bowl cut mullet. He mastered this tricky fusion of bygone hairstyles. He looked like the kind of guy who worked enough hours in high school to buy himself a Camaro before he graduated.


About 40% of my physical misery has lifted since my last post. I was able to devote a chunk of my evening to the garden, and my hip/thigh pain was just a background ache. Next week I am scheduled for an appointment to see if this new pain is related to my surgery or if it is a distinct problem unto itself. I don’t care for either possibility. I don’t like the notion of my physical recovery sliding backwards, and I certainly don’t want to discover that I have some different orthopaedic issue.

When I was young, my dad offered the same diagnosis for all that ailed me. He’d tell me that all the trouble was due to a “crosswise” fart. Maybe he learned of such troublesome flatus during his stint as a military medic. I really wish my new pain was due to the mythical crosswise fart taking up residence in my hip joint. At least it would leave eventually. Despite the lowering of its volume today, I know it’s something that will no longer be ignored, like a neglected tooth gone bad.

Tomorrow I am going to attend another car show with my husband. Ever thoughtful, he is going to carry a small folding chair for me in case my leg starts aching from the slow walking and standing around. It’s one of those oddities of my healing that I can withstand faster walking but the slowing down and stopping is hard for me.

While it hard to get clean shots of the cars at such events, sometimes the people are just as interesting as the vehicles. The shot below is fairly typical of my photos from car shows. The uncropped images are full of strangers (or parts of them):


Self Portrait in Hub Cap

Today my husband and I visited a car show at the Kalida Pioneer Days festival. This gathering claims to be the oldest festival in Ohio. I will grant them this distinction without fact checking it.

Car shows are challenging environments to photograph. All the clear coat and chrome on the cars can create oddball reflections in photos. Then are all sorts of people crowded around the cars. Sometimes it is just not possible to get a clear shot of many of the vehicles.

I have a small ocean of pictures from this event, but I thought I’d share just one in this post. Here I am trying to photograph the hubcap of a Ford Galaxie 500: