"My parents left us boxes full of slides, some in poor shape and some in excellent condition, but none of them likely ever to be viewed through a projector again after five decades. My sister and I picked out about a thousand of the most interesting ones for Mark to clean, scan, and photoshop.
"Those hundreds of slides, many of them made before I was born, had never seemed very interesting to me. Looking at one square inch of a dusty photo did not hint to me how good they were. We were lucky to find someone who knows how to make them look their best, and I love seeing them on screen. Having Mark digitize our father's slides was absolutely a smart decision!"
I've been trying to explain to people just how exciting (and important) scanning slides can be for a family, but a few of my clients have recently said it better than I ever could:
Even when spending only a brief time on each image – as I do when bulk scanning slides – I can get some pretty amazing results, bringing out colors and tones that sometimes were never seen in the original photographs! Click here or the image below.
At only $49, this deal can't be beat – great for the grandchildren, grandparents or grand friends! Do something for yourself today that will preserve fond memories for your family and friends forever.
I have purchased an Epson Perfection 700 scanner for slides and film negatives. I haven't used it yet for negatives, but I have scanned more than 7,000 slides with outstanding results!
I am very impressed with how sharp and vibrant these scans come out. With a little tweaking in Photoshop, I can make very beautiful images from your slides.
But not for long, so get this project done like you could never before and may never be able to again. Contact me soon to bring your beautiful photos to life!
Save 20% and lock in discount pricing when you bring in more photographs for me to scan – so grab several photos and come on over! Click here for my photo scanning page.
Seriously, how many old photo prints do you have around the house? Crazy how fast we've gotten used to viewing our photos on computers, tablets and everything electronica, and how the good, old-fashioned prints just get ignored!
Well, I have some time on my hands, I have the equipment and I know how to use it to bring your old photos into the 21st Century.
Let me digitize your photographs so you can enjoy them on your computer and on your phone or tablet, so you can send them to friends or family, or make beautiful scrapbooks and more!
Just check out this page on my Photo Restoration service.
Combining photographs and videos with words and graphics has been my life for more than a decade. Click here for a compilation of my work that is so big it is almost creepy.
Well, what a fast five weeks that was!
I'm back in the U.S. and in 42-degrees Whiteville, North Carolina. I have plenty of video to edit, so as soon as I get settled in, I'll begin work on that.
I didn't mention this before, but while at the Carnaval celebration in La Vega, some little sprite stole my iPad from my front pocket. I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but after I shot the dancers at several areas I noticed it was gone.
That's the thing about traveling; you are sent into a panic instantly. You don't think; "Gee, where did I put my keys? Or phone? Or iPad?" Since you are generally carrying everything, and are constantly moving when you notice something missing -- it's an instant, exhilarating panic.
And that's what I did when I felt that empty feeling at my right thigh. I spun around in the middle of, oh, about a thousand people, and I wandered around a little until I realized how screwed I really was.
So, I found a city police officer who took me to the local police station where I was unable to fill out a report (Sunday).
The Carnaval here is much like those in South America and even in New Orleans. I saw about a dozen staging areas, mostly sponsored setups with bleachers in front of restaurants and stores. In front of each was an elevated runway where the costumed characters paraded.
The fun begins at about 2 p.m. each Sunday. The characters in their frighteningly beautiful costumes prance down the street, interacting with the crowd in two ways. First, posing with everyone for photographs, and second, whacking them on the rearend with what looks like Nerf balls on ropes.
This is why each group, or "comparsa" has a few bodyguards, because even though most people know it's all for fun, these guys can really nail you, and it stings, and surely some guy will get pissed and lunge at a character, and then it's gloves off all around because everyone is drinking, and then it all goes on YouTube.
Other than the characters -- which really are frightening and beautiful at the same time -- the loud salsa and merengue music, the cheap beer and food, Carnaval in the Dominican Republic is a lot like many other street festivals.
I know you don't want to hear my whine about my life in paradise down here in the Dominican Republic this past month, so I won't go on (and on) about not even having a desk to work on. Anyway, weeks after I shot this footage of the men building a church in Boruco, I have finally pieced together all the needed parts: a table, chair, video editing software, wi-fi and Coke Light. Here's the video I promised, and I have more to come, including on the folks at Haiti Communitere.
Speaking of whining, I'm sitting on the back porch of my little suite in the mountains near Jarabacoa. Roosters are crowing, I hear an owl and other birds singing their songs. I'm in shorts and a t-shirt, of course, and if it makes you feel any better, I'm a little chilly and may put on a long-sleeve shirt.
Take a look at the photo page about these men that was published in The News Reporter Jan. 30.
In the United States, a sawed-off shotgun is called a "weapon of mass destruction" and getting caught with one could get you time in a federal prison.
But here in the Dominican Republic, you'll see just about every private security guard brandishing one of these. I don't know what they are loaded with - or even if all of them are loaded - but here, they are called "short shotguns," or in some cases, "bottle openers."\
This guard opened my beer for me, but the first time I saw him do this was for someone else, who thanked him, took the beer back to his truck and drove off.
Many of these photos were taken from the bus I traveled in from Santo Domingo, D.R. to Port au Prince, Haiti on January 23.
I didn't want to post this report until after I left Haiti, because I didn't want to make you nervous, but I put myself in a pretty bad situation my first day in Port au Prince, and I have a certain missionary family and the folks at Haiti Communitere to thank for getting me out.
First, let me tell you what I did right. As I told Darin Kucey in an email a few days later, the smartest thing I did that day, I did during the bus ride from the Dominican Republic when I sat near his family.