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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Nov 29, 2010 8:45:33 GMT -6
To most Americans anymore, our visual impression of WWII and earlier is in shades of gray or sepia. Here are some pretty amazing and very rare color photos of America in the late 30's and early 40's. Link |
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Post by Chicago Jake on Nov 29, 2010 9:49:19 GMT -6
Interesting. Some of the color looks better than the color photos I have from the seventies, but it was probably a more professional type of film and better archived.
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Post by nolaflacav on Nov 29, 2010 10:21:44 GMT -6
Fifteen minutes well spent. Thank you for sharing. It also got me to thinking about my uncle when he brought home his first color Polaroid camera. It seemed like magic back then.
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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Nov 29, 2010 10:22:21 GMT -6
Proper storage, more than the lack of color film in the era, is why these are so rare. My dad did a fairly good job at archiving our family photos. He camera was 120mm format and the transparencies were mounted in aluminum frames between glass. They have held up pretty well. The photos on this site are in excellent condition.
Jake, did you get to the Chicago photos?
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Post by Merlot Joe on Nov 29, 2010 13:17:00 GMT -6
Some of those remind me of around here when I was a kid in the 60's.
Great thread Gordon.
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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Nov 29, 2010 13:28:31 GMT -6
I think at one point Spielberg considered filming Saving Private Ryan in B/W for the artistic effect, but he got a lot of negative feedback from vets of the era who fought because to them WWII was in color.
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Post by Chicago Jake on Nov 29, 2010 13:48:13 GMT -6
. ......Jake, did you get to the Chicago photos?Yes; Number 47 is particularly interesting. It looks like a time exposure. You can see the streak of the moving train, and what I assume are the loops of signal flairs in the (don't know what they call the guy)'s hands. |
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Post by Ardbeg... innit on Nov 29, 2010 14:11:12 GMT -6
I enjoyed that one too, very creative. The one lone photo of Detroit (the piles of iron ore by the downriver foundry) was particularly interesting to me. There used to be an amusement park on an island near the mouth of the Detroit River, and to get there you had to take an hour long ferry ride from the docks in downtown to the island (I am sure that Anita remembers the Bo-Lo ferry). That ferry would pass right by those foundries. As a kid it was fascinating to smell the stink and watch the red discharge from the factories mix with the otherwise brown waters of the river.
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