Nikon Gear For Sale
I help the Hospice people with technical assistance on photo gear that shows up at their store. They have for sale the following…Nikon D80 Digital body, Nikon N80 Film Body, Nikon AF-S VR 18-200, Nikon AF 20mm, Nikon AF 60mm Micro, Nikon AF 105mm Micro, Bogen 3011 Tripod with 3055 QR Head. 2 Photoflex 32″ Light Modifiers – one silver/gold and one translucent. All of the items are in new condition and will give years of service. The stuff is barely used! Don’t wait too long to act.
Please see them at Heirlooms for Hospice, 635 Main Street, Grand Junction CO 970-254-8556.
I’m not sure what the items will be priced, but you know it will be fair. There is not a worthier group of people to support.
Legacy
It is about 1981. Gene Taylor is around the same age as I am now. 50-ish. I am managing Marios pizzaria when Gene brings his sons and Jenny in to eat, and to meet me. Jen and I have been going out for a year or so by now. Gene extends his hand and says “Nice to meet you”. I, being all of 20, return this nice greeting with a selfish and sarcastic retort that even today embarrasses me. “Most people think that” is my reply.
Forward to winter 1982. Jenny and I are living together in Grand Junction now and I am spending most of the winter working up in the Snowmass, CO store. My mom has a minor emergency of some sort and needs to contact me. She knows that Jenny and I are living together, but Gene doesn’t. She calls the store, gets Gene on the phone, and asks him for Jen and my new phone number. Gene asks “Doesn’t he live with you?” and Mom says “He and Jen have been living together for 6 months now!” Gene doesn’t talk to me for a month.
Forward to winter of 1983/84. I feel it is time to ask my best friend to marry me. But I need to ask her father for her hand in marriage. This is a very daunting task, and frankly, I’m intimidated to ask him. A lot intimidated! He drives up to Snowmass for the weekend to check on the store and mingle with friends he has up there. I ask him to a local bar that afternoon, buy him a beer, and ask him for his daughters hand. He takes a long drink. Sets the beer down and looks at me. “Yes.” Then he gives me the best ‘how to be a man’ talk I ever heard. I can’t remember the exact words, but I sure can remember the intent.
Long forward to 2002. I have worked for the Taylors for 25 years. I have done everything I feel I can for them and I have been talking to a local businessman who wants to throw a lot of money my way to run his store for him. Its a good offer and I’m really struggling with the decision. Gene comes out to the Fruita store I opened for the Taylors and we sit down at a small table and start to have our lunch. I bring up this opportunity to him. I expect a little fire and brimstone, but instead he gets a pad of paper and we fill out a classic pro/con list. Gene actually supported and encouraged the move. Not in any way to get me out, but he saw my need to expand and try new things out from under the Taylor umbrella.
It is now fall of 2011. Gene has had a bout with strokes, infections, heart problems and all the other ailments that come with getting old. During a brief time when there is no one else around we have a talk that centers on ‘quality of life’. He says that he doesn’t want to be bedridden for a lengthy time, or hooked up to machines to keep him alive. We talk about visits to his cabin, and remember fun times past. It is our last personal conversation. He remains bedridden at Hospice for the next 5 months and passes away in March of 2012.
Gene Taylor will be remembered for a lot of things by the general public. His successful businesses, his philanthrophy, his baseball life. He will be remembered by his close friends and family for his loyalty, his love of life, his honesty. I will miss my friend and father-in-law. I will miss his crooked smile and mussed up hair. Here’s to you Gene. All my love, Scott.
Potpourri
So its been a while since I’ve posted. Sorry about that. Sometimes life gets in the way of fun. I’ve been training for a new position at Big Red and its a bit all-consuming. Lots of paperwork and systems to learn. I don’t want to talk to much about it because I’m trying to separate my work from this blog. Maybe later.
I ran into an old customer the other day in the Target store. It was nice to see him again and he said very flattering things about me to my wife. All of which I disavowed. He expressed the desire to go to a ‘real’ camera store, but there were none locally. He was going to travel to Denver or Salt Lake City to look for new stuff. We parted and Jen and I walked by Targets camera counter. Lots of people there looking for Christmas gifts. Most of the cameras are of the point and shoot type. The clerks were busy in the pit talking to all of the customers, telling them about cameras they have never used, telling them about styles of photography they have never experienced. Today we went to Best Buy for a few gifts. Their camera section was also busy. Best Buy has a few more choices in the upper end of cameras. All tethered to displays and a few extra lenses locked underneath plexiglass. Ask for help and hope it is someone with experience.
It is unfair for me to dig on the big box stores and their camera counters. The camera companies chose them to be their retailers after all. (Read the very first post way at the bottom for a full understanding of these changes.) But it is not unfair for me to feel a bit nostalgic for a real local camera store. I think there is a big hole in the local community without a prosperous camera store. Supporting local clubs and schools. Teaching and selling. Donating and giving away. If you have one of these in your community, support it as best you can.
I sold all of my equipment a few months back. I haven’t picked up my camera gear in years and decided to sell it all before the prices dropped so much they weren’t valuable at all. So now Ive been coveting cameras. I have been using my iPhone to great success. But it is limited in scope and capability. I would love to have the Leica M9 with 2 or 3 lenses, but just look at those prices! I have been reading a lot about the new group of mirror less cameras. The Fuji x100 interested me for awhile. But it has only one lens. I am currently infatuated with the Nikon 1. The V model with the 10-30 and 30-110 lens. If you go to Kirk Tucks site he says nice things about it, and reviews on the photo sites are encouraging. So maybe later. It might be fun to get back into photography in this limited way.
Walked downtown the other day and noticed that local photographer Rob Kurtzman and a local painter are opening a gallery downtown in the 500 block. It is right next to the Colorado Public Radio office and the Italian Bistro on the corner. The sign says they will offer classes and such. I really hope they are successful. Didn’t have time to go into the new art gallery on Main St. Has anyone else?
So Merry Christmas to all of my 20 daily readers. I hope to post before Christmas again, but you know, life gets in the way sometimes!
Starting an Online Business – Primer Class 101
Important! First off, a disclaimer. Some of this may pertain to you and some may not. Feel free to use what parts of this you need. Maybe all of this is old hat to you and you find it boring. That’s good. That means you are an accomplished retailer and you don’t need this tutorial. But this is being geared to those that are just starting to play with an idea. Maybe they have a specific skill, or goal, or need, that I can help kickstart. That is who I am writing for today. So read with an open mind.
FIRST. I have to make some assumptions here. You have a product or service to sell already. You have researched or have enough experience in this product or service that you are fairly confident that it will sell, at least reasonably well if you can get organized. So we will proceed to step…
TWO. Your next step here is to name your business. Not as easy as it sounds. You want a name that is distinct but not weird. Try to keep the spelling regular. No ‘werkz’ or ‘soundz’ or ‘Xtreme’ crap. You want a name that is specific to what you are. It really needs to be something that is rememberable and easily found on the web. Try to keep your name out of it. Assume that someday you would want to sell the domain name to an investor. Lets come up with a fake business here. Pat wants to sell her widget. Her widget is a small item and can come in different sizes and colors. Lets call the widget a ‘Widgy’.
Now Pat could call her business ‘Pats Widgys” and we could probably find a domain name. But later on in her business she starts to find other things people want to buy from her that are not like her existing product line of ‘Widgys’. Now what. Her business name no longer is generic enough to encompass a new line of products. If Pat named the business after herself like ‘Pats Products’. Then lets say after a few years Pat wants to sell her business. The new owner may want to change the name from ‘Pat’ to something else. Now we have to change all the domain names, and product packaging, etc. This makes the company less valuable because of all the changing work. So something like ‘Widgy World’ might work. Still kind of specific to Widgys. Maybe ‘Widgys and Stuff’, or ‘Widgys Etc.’. Still specific, but with a way out to expand into other items. Not to beat this around anymore, but be serious about your name here. Generic enough to allow you expansion room and specific enough to let your customers find you easily. My original business name years ago was ‘ParsonsPhotowerkz”. See how many of my own rules I broke! Too long, weird spelling, too specific, and my own name. I changed to ‘EspyWorks’ and all is so much better. (By the way, Espy is for my initials S and P) I think you get the general idea here, so lets move onto step…
C. Now go to a domain name company like ‘GoDaddy.com’ and search for your company name. Does ‘WidgyWorld.com’ come up as available? If not then do you want a ‘.net’ account or even a ‘.org’.? Dot.Com is the most popular and will be what people will remember the most easily. So work with your business name a little, but no weird spelling! Before you go and register it with GoDaddy lets do some more research. See if the business name is also available with Googles gmail. This is a great place to have your business mail account. If the name will match your domain name, even better. Are you thinking of doing instructional YouTube videos? Check and see if your business name is available there as well. What about eBay and PayPal? Are you going to be selling at auction at the worlds largest auction place and using their in-house payment company? What about Etsy.com for your hand made items? Is your business name available there also? So my point here is to come up with a coherent business name that will be the same across the board on all the sites you are thinking about selling on. It can be done with a bit of patience and research. Now on to part…
Quattro. Money. There I said it. The M word. The scariest, most coveted word there is. It’s also is why we are doing all this. So go to your locally owned bank or credit union (Not one we had to bail out, god forbid) and lets start a business account. Use your business name with the dot.com at the end. Get it separated from your regular household accounts. We want it on its own. Get a debit card issued it its name.
STOP! Ok, here is where you need to get legal. For your own good I suggest a quick call to your friendly hometown accountant (Please support your local business. That is what you are wanting to be, after all.) Discuss with him/her if you need to get your business name registered with the state. It is not terribly expensive and will protect you later on when you start to show a profit. Also check with your friendly hometown attorney if you, or your accountant, think you should. Don’t be an idiot, better be safe now.
Back to the action…This is what we have so far. Pat has a domain name that works for her. It just happens to also be the same name on Gmail, eBay, PayPal, Etsy, YouTube, Blogger or WordPress, or any other name specific company she will be dealing with, or selling through. Consistent. She has a separate business bank account with credit/debit card and has secured her business name with her local and state agencies. Her accountant/attorney is on board and ok with all this. Pat has verified her credit card with PayPal and eBay, and others that need that. Excellent! Now…
FIFTH. Marketing! Lets get the word out! Website or not, that is the question. So..1) Pat can speak the html and is able to build her own website. Maybe she is really good with Photoshop and uses a nifty plug-in like Sitegrinder to help her get her website up. Or…2) Pat is not so good with those computer things and needs a little assistance in getting her site going. She could pay an exorbitant fee to a web developer to get a first-class site up. She could do a google search for ‘website builder’ and get some cool ideas. She could visit ‘WordPress.com’ or ‘Blogger.com’ and get a nifty site up pretty quickly. (By the way, this site is a WordPress site, and so is Steve Traudt’s site. If you look at the WordPress.com site you will see all sorts of examples of sites that inform and sell. Also they took care of getting the domain name for me. It was in the initial setup price. I think this whole thing was set up and going in about a half hour and $40.) Pat chooses a WordPress site. In WordPress’ Dashboard area she chooses to have any of her new posts be advertised, for free mind you, in her Facebook and LinkedIn accounts. (Which should be the same business name! Or at least she mentions her business name in her profiles.) Pat has emailed her friends of her new business and let them know to please pass it along to others. Pat knows word of mouth is the best type of advertising. Pat visits local businesses that may need her products or services and she lets them know she is always available to them. She leaves her business cards all around town. Pat visits her local service clubs like Rotary, Lions and Jr. Service League. Perhaps she joins one. She also gives away a few samples to select vendors when she feels they will be valued. When an order comes her way, it is filled promptly. She puts in the shipping box a personal note thanking them for their order and maybe a candy or trinket for fun. Invoicing is finished promptly and correctly. Pat writes out a simple Press Release and sends it to all the radio, tv and newspapers in her area letting them know of her value as a small business in the area and her items for sale as well as all her contact info, especially her dot.com address. If written well, it will be read/published. Whenever Pat meets a new person she says “Nice to meet you, I’m Pat of Widgy World.” or something like that. Pat walks the line of getting her business name out without being obnoxious or pushy.
FIN…I’m sure I missed a few things that you specifically need to know. Fine, ask me the question and I’ll try to answer it. My contact info is at the top of this blog. And in eBay, and Facebook, and LinkedIn, and PayPal, and iStockPhoto, and YouTube. So venture forth and get your business going. You do not have to spend a lot of money at all. Start small. If you have a good product or service, they will come. Good luck!!!
Too big to fail, and yet…
By the mid 80s I had 6 Kodak reps. From amateur film, pro film, photo lab papers and chemistry, pro digital cameras, photo lab equipment, the list seems expansive. Kodak offered almost everything you would need, and they were the 800 pound gorilla in the room. Whatever they wanted they would buy or do. If you were a big enough retailer or photo lab, then Kodak would throw money at you to have a bigger share of your pie. In return for carrying more product they would subsidize many different things. Displays for your retail floor, photo lab equipment, reduced pricing on photo lab papers and chemistries, and more.
If you were a retailer then you probably were at PMA. This is a convention for those retailers in the photo industry. Photo Marketing Association. This was THE place to be to see and experience all of the new photo products for the coming year. Kodak would have a HUGE amount of floor space. Yellow was everywhere. And for a time they had working relationships with Nikon, Canon, Noritsu and many other photo companies. They were a force to be reckoned with.
Every year at PMA they would have a evening party for their retailers. One year they rented the ballroom at the Hilton in Las Vegas. Ice sculptures with champagne flowing over it. Stewards in white carving roast beef with all the trimmings. Shrimp the size of your hand. We are talking about a huge event. Probably cost them millions. And now they wish they had that money back.
I think the change started in the late 90s with the quick shift to digital from film. Kodak was caught flat footed. They were still trying to push their APS cartridge films and cameras and lost sight of what the industry was doing. Too late to the party was Kodak. They had always made decent cameras, but they tended to sell low end type models found in the big box stores. Many of the better camera shops didn’t carry Kodak cameras, except if they needed to fill a low price point. Forget anything that needed a removable lens. Kodak didn’t do it. Once upon a time they had partnered with Nikon and Canon to produce some nice SLRs. But Canon and Nikon learned from them and then started producing their own designs.
Kodak had its own sensor factory though. These sensors were used by many other camera companies. Leica bought their sensors from Kodak. This was a good money maker for Kodak. They just sold that part of the business to an investment firm from California. And Kodak is selling of more and more of its patent portfolio (Link) to stay afloat.
Kodak is now an empty shell of what it was. Their stock is trading around $1. Rumors persist as to their demise. We will see if Kodak can pull a rabbit from the hat and stay in business. I hope they can. They made good stuff mostly. Now they will have to reinvent themselves. And that takes money they don’t have.
01/19/2012. And now they are bankrupt!
And now I’m watching to see what Olympus will become. (Link)
Forever Cold – 4
4
Big, dry snow flakes. Accumulating at a very fast clip. The roads already have a foot of snow. Traffic is nonexistent now. All the townspeople were in town earlier in the day stocking up on food and batteries. Being stuck in your home for a few days or a week is not too uncommon. When the boys get out the dump trucks with the blades on the front and start getting all these county roads plowed and sanded, thats when you can drive again.
Silverville has a 3 man crew for town maintenance and snowplowing. All 3 are sitting in the towns maintenance shop drinking coffee and playing cards. No real sense in getting out to plow as long as it keeps snowing as heavily as it is. The blades on the trucks don’t care if the snow is 2 feet thick or 3 foot thick. So cards it is, at least for a while longer.
But one business in town is bustling. Mannys, right on the edge of town is one of those one-of-a-kind bars that defy description. It used to be a double screen theatre, when it closed Manuel ‘Manny” Garcia bought the property. The middle of the place is one huge horseshoe shaped bar. One side of the building is devoted strictly to pool tables and small booths and tables. 20 tvs hang from the ceiling placed strategically for easy viewing. This is the Bar side of things. The other side of the place is set up as a family restaurant. Larger tables, brighter lights and less noise on this side. Amazingly both sides are kept pretty busy most of the time. A little busier on the family side with the breakfast and lunch crowd, busier in the evening on the bar side. Manny oversees it all. A large man with an easy laugh and generous to a fault. But if you push him too far, or disrespect a female, you find yourself on your ass outside of the bar. Mannys youth was spent in East LA. running with various gangs, Manny made a name for himself as a no nonsense enforcer. After 10 years in the penitentiary, Manny disappeared from LA never to be seen there again. He had hurt enough people, time for change. And here he was, just 10 years later, clean and respectable, owning a good business and being responsible. A very nice change indeed.
Jack rode the 10 miles into town on his snow machine, fresh snow all the way. Its been a week since Crank was over and Jack needed to get out of the house for a bit. Parking outside of Mannys alongside the other 20 or so machines, he noticed that this was todays mode of transportation. No trucks in the parking lot today. Just snowmobiles, covered in inches of new snow, and the occasional set of cross country skis or snowshoes leaning against the building under the eaves.
Walking into the first set of doors there is the ‘boot room’. This entrance into the bar is where you leave your muddy/snowy boots and coats. If you walk into Mannys with your boots on, all the patrons turn to you and yell ‘Boots!’ like your mom would. It only takes one of those to make you remember to change out in the boot room. A supply of slippers of all sizes are provided for those with cold feet. The little kids love the Elmo slippers. Its hard to keep them though. They tend to find their way home on 4 year old toes. Manny spends a lot of money each fall restocking the Sesame Street slippers. Jack slides into a nice set of sheepskin slippers and opens the next doors into the bar.
Amazing smells of big green chile burritos, the scent of alcohol, and the fragrance of warm bodies all wrapped in the nice sound of humanity in a good mood greet him. Before he was two steps in the door he hears “Jack, over here!”. He turns and sees Crank in a booth in the distant corner. Walking to the booth he sees a stunning young woman sitting there also. “Crank has a girlfriend” Jack thinks erroneously. “Jack, this is Abby Carmichael, Silverville Sheriff,” Crank says, and then turning to Abby, “And this is Jack Taylor, retired FBI and new citizen of Silverville.” Abby rises to shake hands and a small spark of electricity crosses through them as they grasp. The friction from the sheepskin slippers probably. “But a nice omen anyway” Jack thinks.
As soon as he settles, Manny walks over. Walks really isn’t the word here. Manny occupies space like a sumo wrestler. He moves with a deliberance. A shift in the force. Manny isn’t fat, he’s just BIG. He nods to Abby, “Sheriff,” then to Crank, “Coroner”. Crank pipes up, “Manny, you’ve known me what, 5 years now? Please, for the umpteenth time, call me Crank.” Manny gives a playful leer, He knows that bugs Crank, thats why he does it. He extends a hand the size of a skillet to Jack. “I’m Manny, nice to meet you.” Jack hides his hand in Mannys. “Jack Taylor, Nice to meet you.” “Just wanted to say hello, I’ll have Chris over here shortly.” With that Manny spins his gravitational force thru its axis and heads to the bar area where, with just a glance, he quiets a table of loud drinkers.
“Jeez, he’s huge” comments Jack. “That he is.” Abby says, watching Manny leave. “Crank tells me you were FBI.” “Yeah, 20 years. Worked my way up to a lead investigator and team lead. Retired about a year ago, moved here for peace and quiet.” “Quiet we got, peaceful is spotty.” Abby adds. Abby looks at Crank and gives a imperceptible nod. Crank starts “Jack, Abby and I need some of your experience. And since some of it may concern you directly, we would like to ask for some advice.” Abby interjects “All my budget dollars are tied up, Jack. I can’t pay you one red cent without there being some sort of inquisition from the accountants. But we, I, could use some help here.” Jack looks into her big brown eyes, gets lost for a moment, and replies. “I’ll do what I can.”
Google and me
If you go to your google search bar, click on show images, and type in ‘sunset corn stalk’ or ‘cornstalk sunset’ or something like that, you get a choice of images. In my experiments one of the first choices is my image that tops the ‘Your Time is Coming’ post. One of my thoughts is that I’m kind of flattered. Pretty cool to have one of my images show up first. And then I start thinking about copyright and exclusivity and photography. Now I can’t really get upset at all if people have such easy access to this image. I took it with my iPhone and I don’t categorize that as ‘real’ photography. It was a quick grab shot with a cell phone. Not a setup shot with professional gear. In my mind there is a difference. I think there is a difference between snapshots and photography. Some of you may have a different opinion, and I hope you share them here. So here is the question..Should I get all organized and make sure there are copyright notices on all my own pictures? Then of course I can’t go to google and get other pictures to put on my blog, specifically for my series ‘Forever Cold’. So I can’t be all arrogant and be upset if someone else borrows a picture (note I didn’t say photograph) from this blog. Tell me what you think, please!
Forever Cold – 3
Please read from #1 to keep up. Comments welcome.
3
Jack Taylor looks out his back door of his modest cabin. He has owned the land for years, but only recently moved in. Located in a small valley high in the Colorado rockies, he has a nice view of a small creek that meanders through his acreage. There is a small pond the stream flows through. Lots of Aspen trees and pine. And visits from all sorts of wildlife are not uncommon. He leases out his 200 acres to a local rancher who runs a few head of cattle and horses. Some of the land the rancher grows hay on for winter feeding. He’s not going to get rich on the lease money, but it pays the mortgage. Jack planted native grasses in his yard instead of grass. Less mowing that way. And it is less of a magnet to the deer. Deer are like big goats. Everything is edible to them. Not many vegetable gardens up here are left untouched by these damn deer. Situated in the back corner of his yard is a wrecked blue sedan. Well, it used to be blue, but now its kind of a dusty brown from all the weathering this past year. Jack rarely visits the car, feeling that the view of it from his back porch is close enough for now. He was close to the car plenty after it was dragged from the lake with his dead wife inside. Its been a long year.
After retiring from the FBI in Denver, Sarah and Jack were going to live in a small town and lead the simple life. But ghosts from his past changed all that. The investigation revealed that Sarah had been targeted. The toxicology report showed drugs in her system from the wine. And her car had been tampered with. Almost all of the safety systems had been altered. There was no way anyone would have survived all that, let alone his diminutive Sarah. Further investigation had led the FBI to look into Jacks past at various cases he had closed. They had narrowed the field of prospective suspects down to about a dozen. But with no real solid clues, it had ended there. The water in the lake had erased more then just his wife’s life. The only real evidence was the yellow sticky note. The few days submerged in the water with his wife had really faded the writing and left the ink so damaged no real forensics could be done on it. But the message was undeniable to Jack. “I’m coming back” is all it said. It made no sense to anyone else. But it made sense to Jack. Not too long after the investigation was finished he bought a small ranch 10 miles outside of Silverville, Colorado. Some said he was hiding. Some thought he was running. He thought he was trying to start anew. Maybe there is truth in all of them.
The engine he heard first. Coming down the long dirt road from the highway was an old Ford pickup. The driver was getting out of the cab when Jack opened the front door. Keeping a 12 gauge within easy reach he leaned on the door jamb. “Jack!” Crank yelled as he saw his old friend in the doorway. “Is that you, Crank?” Jack asked incredulously. They shake hands in the driveway. No guy hugs here. Not this generation. “Come on in Crank.” Jack insists. “It sure is nice to see an old friend.” They work their way up the the porch. The temperature is in the 50s still. Not bad for October. Jack grabs a bottle of Scotch and two tumblers and sits on one of the padded wicker chairs. Crank pours a couple of stiff pulls, and they both settle back.
“Looks like snows coming.” Crank says after a good swallow. “See how dark the clouds are at the edges.” Jack nods and says “I haven’t been here long enough to see those signs.” Crank nods and they sit silently for a few minutes. “Look, Jack,” Crank says “I came to see how you were doing. I heard about Sarah and I felt there was nothing I could do 300 miles away.” “There was nothing you could do.” Jack offered. “The investigation came up empty. And after all that happened, I guess, well…” Jack tailed off in thought. More silence. Jack then brightened “Hey, I heard you were working here.” “Yeah, got tired of the big city rat race and took the job offer here in Silverville a few years back.” Crank replied. “Pay is a bit less, but the views are incredible. And with only one stop light in town there aren’t any traffic jams.” “Its a whole lot quieter up here as well.” Jack said. “Sometimes I miss the work, Not the cases I mean, but I miss the people sometimes.” Crank was ready. “We have a case going on now that has us stumped. We could use a new set of eyes on it, and with your experience, well, who knows what could happen.” Jack cringed. “I don’t know. I’ve been out of it for more than a year now. And after my Sarah was taken from me, I just don’t have the heart for it.”
Crank thought for a while. “Jack, just think about it. We have a new sheriff who is really smart and she’ll listen to experience like yours.” “She?” Jack shot back. ‘A female sheriff? My how times change.” Crank answers “She’s good Jack, and cute. Look her up and introduce yourself to her. Just leave my name out of it. Abby will not forgive me if she knew I was talking to you without her knowing.” Jack and Crank stand up at this. Crank makes to leave, but turns to Jack. “I heard there was a note in the car.” Jack paled at this. Crank continued “We have a case which I think you will be very interested in.” “What do you mean?” Jack asked. “There was writing on the bathroom wall, Jack. In the victims own blood.” Crank offered. Jack waited for more. “It said ‘I’m Back.’“ Jack could barely move. The blood rushing in his ears sounded like the ocean. Crank helped him back to the wicker chair. After a few minutes Jack came out of it and said “I’ll look her up, Crank, I’ll find Abby.”
Forever Cold – 2
If you are new here, read the post below first. Comments welcome.
2 – Current day
“Sheriff! Over here!” Abby scoots around the overturned furniture and slides into the hall towards the voice. In the back bedroom is a scene of chaos. Blood on every surface. Nothing in the right place. And a mans body laying across the bed. Without a head. “Jeez, Mike, you could have said something.” Abby says as she turns her head, coughs a little and tries to hold back the gag reflex. Mike, her 2nd in command, is scribbling in his notebook as the coroner finishes his routine. “The house belongs to Earl Wilson” Mike continues without looking up, “We’re thinking this is Earl, but we’ll wait for Crank.” Crank, the coroner, looks up. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is Earl. I’ll know more later. Assuming you have a head to go with the body.” Abby looks at Mike, “You don’t know where the head is?”. Mike shrugs his shoulders. “Not yet, we’re just starting to look around.” With that he moves past Abby and moves outside with a few of the other officers into the yard. Abby and Crank just stand there looking at each other. Neither one really wants to move around the room much with all of the slippery body fluids on the floor. The sticky, sucking sound as your shoes move through it really tests your stomach.
From the doorway Abby scans the bedroom. All seems to be here, although all on the floor. Dresser, lamps, bed linens, etc. She carefully tiptoes into the bathroom in the far corner. No blood in here. All is neat and orderly. “Obviously a bachelor”, Abby says under her breath. She pulls on her latex gloves and gingerly pulls open the mirrored vanity above the sink. Toothpaste and headache medicines. A few prescriptions. Nothing unusual. Turning to her right she pulls back the shower curtain. Perched on a chair, in the middle of the tub, is Earls head. Eyes open, looking right at Abby. “Mike!” Abby screams and starts backing up. She backs into Crank, and startled by his presence, screams again. Turning towards him “Goddammit, Crank! Let a girl know when you’re behind them will you!” Crank steadies Abby. As Abby is looking at Crank she sees his eyes widen and stare. Turning to the bath again she sees it herself. Written on the back tile of the shower is ‘I’m back’ in Earls blood.
The next day they all meet back at the station. Crank and Mike already have coffee and are sitting at the big table in the break room they all use as a central point. Abby is getting a mug of Earl Grey going when Crank starts. “My initial review shows Earl was slammed in the head with something like a hammer. I don’t know if he died immediately or not. His head was cut off with a regular hand saw. Like you would use on a two-by-four.” Mike and Abby cringe a little at the thought. In a small town like Silverville you don’t get a lot of grisly crimes to harden your emotions. Mike shuffles some papers around. “What?” Abby asks. Mike doesn’t say anything for awhile. “ We’re still looking around the house some. We’ll be there for a few more days. But the boys and I are coming up empty. Not empty in that there isn’t anything there, But empty in that Earl doesn’t exist.” “What does that mean?” asks Crank. “I ran Earls information from his Drivers license and and other IDs through Acuranet and Earl doesn’t exist past 8 years ago.” Mike counters. “I’ll keep trying everything I can, but it seems as though our recently departed has been hiding from something.” “Or someone.” Abby adds. Crank stands up and walks around to the coffee maker. “I used to know someone when I worked in Denver. He retired a few years back and made a move out here. I can contact him if you want.” Abby looks deep into her mug. “I’ll think about it.” Crank nods. Then adds “He was a really good investigator but he’s got a lot of baggage.”
‘Forever Cold’ – 1
Working Title – ‘Forever Cold’
Synopsis…Widower trying to cope with untimely death of his wife under suspicious circumstances, enlists the help of a plucky young female sheriff in a small mountain town to solve the case. Small town politics and shadowy individuals in a rural, rugged section of the mountains make getting information difficult at best. Select townspeople turn out to be reliable and quirky. The young beautiful sheriff and our widower (a former big city FBI agent, since retired) form a tight friendship that eventually leads to a more romantic relationship.
Location…The high Rockies where the weather is unpredictable and dangerous.
Timeframe…Recent and current.
Opening setup…One year ago…
Exterior…The camera is high overhead. The view is of a forest in late fall. Few leaves remain, and those that do are brown and dingy. It is a gray, cold dark day where it doesn’t know whether to rain or snow, so it does both at once. A breeze coming in over the lake makes it even colder. The snow is skipping over the water and landing on the thin layer of ice jutting out from the shore a few feet. All in all, a day to spend indoors.
A thin line meanders through the forest, sometimes alongside the large lake, sometimes in the middle of the forest. The camera starts descending along with the rain and snow mix. We see vertical silvery drops of rain and snowflakes passing in our field of view. As the camera gets lower we see that the thin line is becoming a gravel road through the forest. A sedan is traveling down the road. It is swerving slightly and appears to be going too fast for the conditions.
Car Interior…She is so tired. The cars heater is stuck at full blast. The radio is playing quietly. The controls on both of them seem to be glued in place. She tried to move them but they wouldn’t budge. So she left them and started home. Halfway home her eyelids are so very heavy. Between the glasses of wine at the bar and the car heater she is too relaxed. She is fighting sleep and is steering the car occasionally, trying to keep it in between the ditches on both sides of this gravel road she uses as a shortcut to home. She misses the sharp turn by the lake.
Exterior shot…The car hits the small berm on the side of the road and launches into the air. We see the car do a nice arc, nosing into the lake and stopping violently as it hits and sends up a large plume of freezing water at its front bumper.
The airbags deploy explosively, waking her up immediately. Adrenaline pumps through her veins as she wildly looks around and tries to orient herself. Water is already streaming through the floorboards and somewhere under the dash. The freezing water is already up to her knees causing her legs to cramp. The seatbelt is so tight, it wont release its hold on her, keeping her back against the seat. She fumbles for the seatbelt release latch, it too won’t budge. neither the door handle or the power windows will move. Everything she tries seems frozen into place. The water is now at her waist and rising rapidly. The airbags are holding some leftover air and are bobbing at her face in the rising water. She is in full-on convulsions now. The adrenaline in her body and the cramping in her body are working against her, causing sharp pains and keeping her from pulling in a full breath of air. She is asphyxiating already, and there is still a full minute before the car goes under. She claws at everything in her reach. Water is now up to her neck. She strains up to the ceiling for any remaining air. Now that the car is tilting towards the bottom of the lake, the air is migrating up and towards the back of the car, away from her. Only a few breaths left, and then she sees the note. It is a yellow sticky note attached to the lining of the roof, by the rearview mirror. With her last remaining thoughts she tries to fathom what it says.
Your Time is Coming
Death is not 7 feet tall, dressed in a large black robe and armed with a scythe. Death is a small waif of a girl, translucent and invisible. She comes up behind you and reaches inside to touch what she wills. Caressing the liver of an alcoholic she whispers inaudibly in his ear, “Your time is coming”, and marks him. Maybe we are marked for death because of our actions, like alcoholism or other drugs. Perhaps it is through inaction like obesity or other carelessness.
My father smoked almost his entire life. Yet when he was near the end of his life the doctors could find nothing seriously wrong with his lungs. 50+ years of pipes and Benson & Hedges barely marked him. But it was a doctor posing as our translucent waif who nicked his colon during a simple surgery that caused his sepsis and eventual death. Or maybe our waif was working through the doctor and spoke into his ear, “Cut here”.
We humans can compartmentalize death and give it different weights. We are able to balance the death of a soldier doing his duty against a gang banger in a city. We are able to dismiss a despicable act against an act of valor. We feel the pain of loved ones and friends with their losses.
I have two sisters. My younger sister just lost her father-in-law to cancer. Our family grieves with her. Her loss is our loss. My older sister is based overseas with the military. Her job is education. She is on army or navy bases and teaches in their elementary schools. I cannot imagine the pain when a 1st grader loses a mom or dad to war and my sister has to deal with the fallout. The other students and teachers all feel the loss as well.
My own father-in-law is also near the end. We don’t know how long. Months maybe. A year at most. He has lived a long, energetic life. All the family and close friends all visit him often. Sometimes too often, as he gets cranky when tired. And he gets tired more often. Cancer and death are weighing him down. A dark pall is encroaching into the room where he rests now. I hope it is quick and painless, the end. I hope he is remembered by all for all the good he did, for all those years. His legacy is abundant.
Our own legacy, yours and mine, are still to be determined. I’m working everyday to try to leave a lasting impression and hopefully a positive one. Only time will tell. I’m trying to keep the waif at arms length for as long as possible.
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”
― Hunter S. Thompson
When in Rome…
The mist hangs in the air, enveloping everything. Trees and fenceposts grow a nice layer of lichen and moss. Old concrete shows its age in the bricks of the churches. Ancient tombstones lean towards the earth as if ashes to ashes, dust to dust also applies to them. Driving the narrow roads, sliding through small towns and communities, through burroughs and townships, slowly invades your soul. Life here is hundreds of years old as many of the headstones tell me.
Training has brought me to the rural part of Pennsylvania, just south of Pittsburgh. My hotel is about an hour outside of the facility and as such lends me time to drive and think. To view the fall colors in the hardwood forests. To grab lunch in the small hamlets around the area. Look up Carmichaels PA in your Google Earth. Its a nice place.
Next up is Fort Worth TX for a week. More training there. I’ve been to Ft Worth a few times in the past. Another lifetime ago, another profession, another memory. I traveled then in the heat of the oppressive summers, not in the fall. Will the colors be as vivid? Will there be a chill in the air as there is here? I hope my schedule will lend me time to contemplate and explore. I want to post from there as I am from here. We will see…..
On writing…
I read a lot. Between my iPad, iPhone and home computer i ingest far more than I’m able to write on this site. I tend to return to good writers, especially if they have a blog. Some of my favorites are Kirk Tuck for those wanting a behind the scenes look at professional photography. A really eclectic site is BHJ (coarse language). This little gem about Mr. Rogers. And more are out there. Add to the comments on what sites you like to read.
I try to write well and sometimes I really get going. My best writing, I think, was the post below on the slides I found at the yard sale. That got me the most feedback and comments. It was posted on The Online Photographer. And then there are always those who will disagree with most anything written. Read Kirk Tucks last post. What a waste of good writing. Im really going to miss reading him. All because of an offhand comment about his site.
I really respect those that can write consistently well and often. I get blocked so many times when I think about my own writing. Maybe they are just excuses, but some are legitimate. Mainly my work schedule precludes me from writing regularly. For instance I will leave this weekend and be gone for about the next 2 weeks straight. And it is hard to write from the road. Its difficult for me to get into and maintain the correct frame of mind I need to write. Life intrudes. My other shortcoming, I believe, is my inability to string together a really long narrative. I seem to be able to write short posts. But anything longer, like a short story, absolutely flummoxes me. So the next great American novel won’t be from me.
So those of you out there tell me whats up. Whose site are you looking at? What writer is turning you on right now? Share with the others on where to turn for different viewpoints or ideas. Contribute!
9/11
4 planes crashed 10 years ago and changed all of our lives. We are reminded of the changes every time we go to an airport, a large social event like a pro football game, or walk around a major city center.
I was leaving home for work that day. Jenny had the Today show on and evidently the first plane had hit the tower. This was pretty early into the event and facts were a bit sketchy and the consensus seemed to be that there was a fire in the tower. I left for work. 30 – 45 minutes later as I am getting Gene Taylors opened up for the day, unlocking doors and such, Jenny calls and tells me to turn on the TVs. By this time the second plane had hit the tower and was captured by the TV cameras. Now we were all starting to come around to the thought that there was more to this story than accidental crashes.
I remember the day as being slow for business. Customers just didn’t feel like coming in. During the morning when a customer did come in, once they saw the TV coverage and understood what was happening, they quickly took care of their business and left for their own day. As a photographer I felt a very strong urge to gather all my gear into my truck and head out for New York. I could be there in a few days. Maybe I could help in my own small way. Document the aftermath. Assist everyone I could. I still feel that urge in a smaller way whenever the television shows clips and remembrances. To this day I get misty eyed when I remember my feelings of that awful day.
We Americans now put up with added security and intrusive questions at events. We are more aware of those around us and our surroundings. I am a large individual. Six four and a lot of hundred pounds. When I travel by air, my odds of getting pulled aside for “extra security screening” is almost a given. They say its random, but really, every flight? But I put up with it. I want them to feel safe with me. I want to tell them that I am the guy they want by the emergency exit door. I want them to put me in an aisle seat so if some lunatic trys anything I’ll just sit on him with my lots of hundred pounds and keep him ‘entertained’. And I know a lot of people like me out there. I would like to think I would be as brave as those on Flight 93. I would like to think that we could all live up to higher standards of decorum and bravery. And I try everyday. And I hope you do too.
Be nice. Be safe. Be strong.
10 abandoned photo products
The following was written in 2007 and was featured in The Online Photographer
Its kind of insider-ish, but still has its good points.
Ten Good Ideas That Never Took Off
By Scott Parsons
I’ve been in the photo business for a while now. Mostly on the retail side. Here are a few things I thought were neat, but never really got anywhere. Why? Sometimes it was the customers and sometimes it was the manufacturers. Sometimes just bad timing and bad luck. Or young Harvard business school graduates, hired by the photo companies, with no practical photo knowledge, making decisions for retailers.
1. APS (Advanced Photo System). A lot of old-timers will scoff at this one. APS really was a love-it or hate-it kind of product. It had a lot of potential but got steamrolled by digital. I sold it as the perfect “Grandma Camera”: Simple to load and operate for the mechanically challenged. Good images and small-bodied cameras. Canon’s Elph was the clear design and sales winner. There were even a few SLR APS cameras.
P.S. Quick, name me a current camera that can be sold as a “Grandma Camera.” Are there any? Easy to operate for the mechanically challenged? Not everyone on the planet is digital ready. Something easy to understand that takes nice, decent quality images. Anyone?
2. ASF (Applied Science Fiction) This is the company that invented The “Digital Ice” algorithm in most of the scanners today. In the mid ’90s they showed a prototype of a new film processor that would develop your film and print it all in about 20 minutes. The chemistry was adhered to the film to draw out a latent image, ruining the negatives in the process. The customer saw the positive image on the screen, made print and enlargement choices and received prints and a “digital negative disk” CD. They showed this concept for about three years. Each year it got smaller and more refined. Eventually Kodak bought them out and scrapped the whole thing. But they’re still making nice money off the Digital Ice licensing!
3. Kodak’s Create a Print Center. This was a standalone enlargement center. You stood in front of it, inserted a film negative strip into the front and made nice-looking enlargements up to 11×14 in just minutes. The processing part in the lower half was rock solid. Standard RA-4 chemistry and a dryer. The top half was another story. Once the negative was inserted it was drawn into a Rube Goldberg apparatus with piano wires and electrical circuits. The whole thing would spin with lenses zooming in and out and, and, and…. It was truly a sight and very problematic. Soon after, Kodak started introducing the digital versions of this idea.
4. Kodak’s Picture CD. Way before its time! They had all the right concepts and even had a line of CD players to hook up to your TV for viewing. Many larger processors made good money outsourcing for mini labs. The problem was that not many photographers felt a need to invest in this technology then. Five years later maybe. Ended up selling the players at a huge discount as music CD players.
5. Sony’s digital cameras that wrote to the floppy disk. Customers loved this! Regretfully the image sizes had to be small to fit on the floppy. Customers really could relate to the floppy concept. But as soon as Sony changed from floppies to bigger capacity (proprietary) media, this design started fading quickly.
6. “Panoramic” switches on 35mm cameras. A short-lived thing. Flip a switch on the back of the camera and the image was cropped top and bottom. The photo lab would print a 4×10. Neat idea and good for the photo labs. Some customers would forget it was on and shoot a whole roll that way and be very upset upon getting the pictures back. There was no way to reverse this for the customer. (But you could with APS! Thy name is irony!) The idea quickly faded after a year or so.
7. Ektar print film. Another neat marketing concept from Kodak. Nicely designed boxes with a range of ISOs from 25 to 1000. Easy to explain to customers and a nice up-sell from the standard Gold lineup. Again, Kodak’s SASS ( Short Attention Span Syndrome) killed the line too soon.
8. Minolta’s 8×42 XL binoculars (mid ’90s). Camera manufacturers have made binoculars for decades. A really nice sale for most photo retailers. Good margins and names recognizable to customers. But generally, binoculars were binoculars. Black, with a case. But every now and then all the pieces would come together and the exact right combination of design, glass and metal would come together for a really nice unit. These were one on those “divine designs.” Low weight, amazing clarity and excellent price. As good as Leica or Swarovski? Heck no, but really super good for the price. Birders loved them. I sold all I could get. But then some design guru at Minolta changed the design, and everything went back to ordinary. Black, with a case.
9. Stacks of filters. This is more of a nostalgia thing, but I really liked small, dense stacks of various filters. Rotating it around to find the exact right one. Adding and subtracting from the pile. Sometimes trying one on just because you want to see what it did. Digital has changed this one. Probably for the better.
10. Choice. I know what you’re thinking. “We have tons of products to choose from! A huge assortment of cameras and accessories!” I’m not talking about that. I want to know where you now purchase your stuff. Your choices of retailers are very diminished now. Many fine specialty retailers are now gone because of the choices the manufacturers started making back in the mid ’90s. The manufacturers control who sells their stuff and for what price. MAP pricing and competing with the big boxes have changed your choices regarding who you buy from.
Please find a quality independent photo retailer and support them as much as you can.
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Scott Parsons is the proprietor of 13 Photography Gallery and Shop, in Grand Junction, Colorado, providing fine art photography and services to Colorado’s Western slope.
Filled to no flowing.
We eat out as often as my meager salary will let us. Even if it is just to the little local cafe. One of the things that irks us the most is the inability to get salt or pepper out of the shakers. It is mainly because the wait staff insists that a completely filled shaker is correct. They take the cap off and pour the product so it makes a nice little dome out of the top of the shaker, then they jam the top on and screw it down. The salt, or pepper, is then compressed tightly against the top of the shaker. Now when you try to get something out of it, it won’t. And it won’t because there is no ‘shake’ room. The salt must move back and forth within the shaker to expel out of the top. Really, it’s quite easy. That’s why they are called ‘shakers’. So come on restaurants, give us a little room to shake!
Quik Restaurant Review – Texas Roadhouse GJ
Had the 20 oz bone-in rib eye with rice and caesar salad. Jen and I shared. It was excellent. We go there for good steaks at a reasonable price. Sat at the bar and had a nice dinner with our son. Very nice.
Ornamental my dear Watson.
I like ‘em rusty. And slightly dented. I like to find them abandoned in fields and backyards. I like to imagine the life they have had. I imagine Sunday drives, and trips to the market. Drive-in theaters with friends hiding in the trunk. Making out at The Point. Driving away from home for the first time, on the way to college. All these memories and more.
I’m not sure when I first started my love affair with rust, sometime in the early 70′s I guess. I’m sure my father was involved. He liked classics too. Only he liked them all shiny and spiffy. I remember a 65 Mustang convertible with a 289 V8, four on the floor, Pony interior and Rally pack. I remember a 56 Chevy two-tone Bel-Air with a 40-acre backseat. While I appreciate the glitz and glean of refurbished and meticulously kept classic vehicles, I can’t see the character in them. A long life lived. A full life of new drivers slipping clutches and grinding gears. Of 3 on the tree and hi/lo switches on the floorboards. Of real glove boxes and trunks with actual size to hold things. Things like real spare tires and tool boxes. A Sunday picnic basket with adult libations. Camping gear for a really nice 4th of July.
A lot of the vehicles I have photographed over the years no longer exist. Not only do I mean that the companies no longer are in business. I also mean that the cars have been towed to the junkyard. Or even worse to the scrapyard where their bones are ground to make new, unimaginative cars. . While the current choices of vehicles are much more safe, technologically advanced and far easier to drive. They seem to lack the attention to detail compared to the cars of the 50′s and 60′s. Really nice curves and meticulous chrome. Cars with real names, not numbers. Cars with emblems that you could see from across the street. Instantly recognizable. Not the ‘me-too’ cars of today. Where one companies sedan is hard to tell from anothers.
So it is easy to see my nostalgia. How I wish that a 20 or 30 grand vehicle would bring out the passion in me. How I want a vehicle to do most everything I want to do, like my $500 ’72 Chevy Nova would. Something with really nice lines and actual hood ornaments. Less plastic and more metal. A radio I could actually adjust without having to open a manual. And a real carburetor. (heavy sigh).
Camera/Optics Repair list
This is an old list I made of repair facilities. Keep in mind this was last updated in 2004, and some of these companies are sold off, out of business or make other stuff now. So no guarantees, but it might get you started.
Metro Camera Service 330 West Hampden Englewood CO 80110 800-662-7874 www.metrocamera.com
Nikon Inc. (East of Miss River) no binos/scopes 1300 Walt Whitman Rd Melville NY 11747 899-645-6678 www.nikonusa.com
Nikon Inc. (West of Miss River) all binos/scopes 842 Apollo St. Suite 100 El Segundo CA 90245 800-645-6678 www.nikonusa.com
Olympus America Inc. Service 10805 Holder St Suite 170 Cypress CA 90630 714-503-5700 www.olympusamerica.com
Canon Factory Service Center 15955 Alton Parkway Irvine CA 92618 949-753-4200 www.usa.canon.com
Garmin GPS 1200 East 151st st Olathe KS 66062 913-397-8200 www.garmin.com
Mamiya America Corp 8 Westchester Plaza Elmsford NY 10523 914-347-3300 www.mamiya.com
Carl Zeiss Optical Inc. 13017 North Kingston Ave Chester VA 23836 800-338-2984 www.zeiss.com
Kodak Service and Repair 1669 Lake Ave 9318 Dock Q Rochester NY 14652 800-235-6325 www.kodak.com
Sub Aquatic Camera Repair 22740 Portola Dr Salinas CA 93908 831-484-6230 http://subaquaticcamera.com/
Bushnell Corporation 9200 Cody Overland Park KS 66214 800-423-3537 Bushnell.com
Kyocera Corp. (Contax/Yashica) http://www.kyoceraimaging.com/
Alpen Optics 10329 Dorset St Rancho Cucamonga CA 91730 http://www.alpenoutdoor.com/
Brunton Optics 2255 Brunton Court Riverton WY 82501 800-443-4871 www.brunton.com
Burris Optics 331 East 8th St Greeley CO 80631 970-356-1670 http://www.burrisoptics.com/
Kowa Optics 20001 South Vermont Avenue Torrance CA 90502 800-966-5692 www.kowa-usa.com
Leica Camera & Optics 1 Pearl Ct. Unit A Allendale NJ O7401 800-222-0118 www.leicacamerausa.com
Leupold and Stephens Inc 14400 NW Greenbrier Parkway Beaverton OR 97006 800-leu-pold www.leupold.com
Steiner/Pioneer Research 97 Foster Rd. Suite #5 Moorestown NJ O8057 800-257-7742 http://www.steiner-binoculars.com/
Swarovski/Kahles 2 Slater Rd Cranston RI O2920 401-734-1800 http://www.swarovskioptik.com
Tasco Optics 9200 Cody Overland Park KS 66214 800-221-9035 www.tasco.com
Magellan GPS 960 Overland Ct San Dimas CA 91773 800-707-9971 http://www.magellangps.com/
Pentax USA 12000 Zuni St. Suite 100B Westminster CO 80234 800-887-0155 http://www.pentaximaging.com/
Bogen/Gitzo/Gossen etc. 565 East Crescent Ave Ramsey NJ O7446 201-818-0060 http://www.bogenimaging.us
Sigma Lens 15 Fleetwood Ct Ronkonkoma NY 11779 800-896-6858 http://www.sigmaphoto.com/
Tamron Lens 10 Austin Blvd Commack NY 11725 800-827-8880 http://www.tamron.com/
Tokina Lens/Slik tripods/Hoya/ etc 2360 Mira Mar Ave Long Beach CA 90815 800-421-1141 http://www.thkphoto.com/
Novatron of Dallas 8230 Moberly Lane Dallas TX 75227 888-468-9844 http://www.novatron.com/index.html
Vivitar 20480 E. Business Parkway City of Industry CA 91789 909-348-6390 http://www.vivitar.com/default.asp
D&H Camera Repair 4587 Austin Bluffs Pkwy Colorado Springs CO 80918 719-597-0336
Mikes Camera Repair 2500 Pearl Street Boulder CO 80302 303-443-1715 www.mikescamera.com
P.K. Photo Repair 1760 South Carr Street Lakewood CO 80232 303-777-1311
Lets start with this, from 2003…
Digital is Killing the Photo Industry!
My Pessimistic Ponderings on the Photo Industry in General
I recently chose to downsize dramatically the retail photo department at Gene Taylor’s. This was not an easy decision, but one based on many factors. While we will remain to operate a photo lab, and sell just point and shoot cameras, this also will come under scrutiny sometime in the future. The Taylor’s have had no influence on the decision directly, but supported the decision after I showed them what I’m about to tell you. You don’t just close a vibrant, active department with 40 years of history on a whim. Some of you who receive this email won’t know me. I’m Scott Parsons. I’ve worked at a large general sporting goods store for close to 22 years and have actively managed, purchased for, and hired and fired for a full-line photo retail department with a full-featured photo lab. I’ve dealt with manufacturers’ reps, CEOs of photo companies, and consulted with many other retail photo stores. I’ve been-there done-that in retail photo. During the early to mid ‘90s the photo and lab departments would generate close to 2 million dollars per year, sales have decreased steadily thereafter, and have really decreased with the introduction of digital cameras.
The photo department started at Gene Taylor’s in the early ‘60s with the arrival of Frank Bietz and his photo business. Gene and Frank thought (correctly it turns out) that a photo department would go along nicely with general sporting goods. If you are going to go fishing or camping or hunting you will need to take photos to keep the memories alive. Through the ‘60s and the ‘70s Frank and his department grew as the store grew. Tens of thousands of customers grew to love photography through Gene Taylor’s and Frank. In the early ‘80s we took on Gene Bruce as manager as Frank decided to retire. In 1983 Gene Taylor started building the 50,000 square foot store you know today. The grand opening was in July of 1984 and soon after that Gene Bruce installed the first of three successive photo labs. Regrettably, health problems forced Gene Bruce to leave the workplace and I was asked to take over in mid ‘85, just 10 months after the first lab was installed. The lab and retail grew and flourished through the amazing decades of the ‘80s and the ‘90s. A lot of inventions and innovations kept photography interesting and fun. Films became so much better with the business wars between Fuji and Kodak. Cameras became easier to use and much more accurate in flash and ambient exposure. Auto focus introduced in the late ‘80s started another wave of photography interest and also transformed the point-and-shoot camera market. Now everyone could take great looking photographs without knowing anything about the nuances of traditional photography. Those were great times to be in the business. Everyone needed a camera and then needed us to process the film for them. This was happening all over the country. Photo labs with small retails attached to them were popping up everywhere. And most were successful. Some grew into larger regional chains like Wolff’s, Ritz, Inkley’s, Camera Den, Waxman’s and others. Customers needed us for their films and processing and also the myriad of accessories available, especially for the more advanced photographers.
In the late ‘90s things began to change slowly, almost imperceptibly. A great consolidation was at work. Kodak and Fuji were purchasing small industries they felt could help them in their business wars. They also were busy building up large regional processing centers to keep up with the demand from the large grocery chains and big box stores. At this time photo labs were becoming very easy to operate and relatively inexpensive. So now any grocery store or big box store could install a photo lab and be reasonably successful with it even with inexperienced operators. As these larger chain stores started to become a player in the photo industry, Kodak and Fuji were tripping all over themselves vying for long term contracts for majority control of the lucrative processing and retail in each location. If you were a large retail store chain like a Wolff or Ritz, Kodak or Fuji would be on your doorstep to discuss how important it was to sign a contract, with very valuable bonuses and incentives. Eventually Kodak and Fuji became important monetary backers in Wolff’s and Ritz’s aggressive expansion plans. (By the way, Ritz, with Fuji’s help, won. By the end of the decade Wolff and Ritz had bought up a large amount of successful photo chains including Denver-based Waxman’s, Utah-based Inkley’s, and many east coast companies, and eventually Wolff was unable to keep pace and Ritz bought Wolff). So up through the end of the ‘90s photo retailers were generally happy. Our customers were very busy taking and sharing photographs and the photo industry was relatively strong.
During the later half of the ‘90s some of the manufacturers started to play around with a new concept. What if, they thought, we didn’t use film at all to hold an image but captured it electronically? What if the image was in a computer chip and not on film at all? And why should only photo stores sell the best stuff? The computer industry was hot and happening. Lots of dotcom companies were making millions of dollars and computers were everywhere. Dell computer, Gateway computer, Apple computer, Microsoft, Compaq, Hewlett-Packard, all these companies were doing very, very well. Selling and moving grey boxes filled with diodes and RAM chips allowed for huge profits. And everyone was selling these! Radio Shack, Office Max and Depot, even Sears and Circuit City, not to mention all those dotcoms. So now we have our business paradigm. These retailers and all the manufacturers realized that they could sell any product in any environment. Why not put computers in Radio Shacks? Why can’t Sears sell Compaq? And while we are at it, let’s try some of those new cameras. What are they? Digital? Sure, put them in and let’s try it. And what do you know. Because the consumer is now conditioned to seeing electronics in unusual places, the placement of digital cameras in these same places seems to make sense. And they sell! By the hundreds of millions!
OK, where are we now? Its mid 2003 and a great change is underway. It started in the late ‘90s and is gaining incredible momentum. It’s called digital, and it will irrevocably change the face of photo retailing. In the past the camera manufacturers would help small specialty camera retailers by letting us sell different products than you would find at BigBoxMart. Either it was completely different or maybe packaged in a kit form with case and battery or date back. But the manufacturers can no longer afford this game. They have shareholders and CEOs with golden parachutes to fund, so the new business model is to sell all the cameras as quickly as they can, and to whomever they can. No longer is the specialty dealer getting anything unique or different. We are all on the same playing field. Kind of. Because the small specialty dealer is just that, small, we cannot afford to purchase vast amounts of gear to bring the price down like BigBoxMart or Dotcom. So in order to compete at the price that the customer is finding, we drop our profit to sell that item. This eroding profit margin has already claimed thousands of specialty retailers around the country. In a 100 mile radius from Gene Taylor’s, I know of six closed specialty photo retailers and rumors of shaky ground on a few existing stores.
Now let’s look at it from the manufacturers’ perspective. They will invest literally tens of millions of dollars in research and development costs on a new product. Then comes manufacturing, shipping, and warehouse costs. Add to that advertising to tease and interest a prospective new customer. They also have other cameras in development coming soon to replace this very camera on the market now. So of course they are going to be very aggressive in the selling and marketing of this camera. The camera needs to move very quickly and in as many retail outlets as possible in order to sell out. Because version II is on the way, and they don’t wish to have any version I left over. So now we don’t just have a specialty retailer competing with BigBoxMartCityMaxDepot, they are starting to have to compete with each other. Who can sell the most at the lowest prices? While this is generally OK with most consumers who don’t need clerk service, it eventually also means that if BigBoxMart continues to sell this camera at such a low profit margin, then they also will discontinue carrying the camera. Even they have limits, however low. So the manufacturers have entered a one-way street. Try to sell lots of cameras to anyone they can, watch their name-brand become synonymous with low-service, low price discounters, and then not have any specialty photo retailers left to go back to when they realize the error of this marketing model.
Ok, lets try a sporting goods analogy. If you are a skier you’ve seen a dramatic change in the tools you use. Skis have changed overall shape and have become easier to use. You cannot purchase ‘straight’ skis anymore. Also more than one half of the skiing industry has changed to snowboarding, which didn’t even exist a few years ago. If you fish you have seen changes in line technologies, rod and reel technologies and also lure sciences. Lures are coming pre-saturated with pheromones and other attractants to aid you. What about shooting sports? Rifle cartridges are continually being experimented with. Hand gunners are big on reloading and playing with ‘wildcat’ powder and bullet combinations. All of these industries are continually changing, but all of these new ‘tools’ still require an ongoing revenue stream. Skiers still need lift tickets and clothing. Fisherman still require new line yearly and new lures. Gun enthusiasts still purchase ammo and reloading supplies. Only in the photo industry are we promoting a line of products that require little or no future ongoing purchases. Once the photo industry reaches that magic saturation point where a majority of users are digital, then what? Paper and ink supplies alone won’t pay the light bill.
Digital cameras are neat little self-contained bundles. Customers love the size and immediacy of the images and generally are ready for the time needed for home printing. For those customers with no interest in dealing with the home computer or the time allotment needed to be a home photo lab, their option is to visit one of the many digital photo labs in place at any grocery store, BigBoxMart or gas station and get cheap prints made, maybe as low as 39,29 or 19 cents each. Digital cameras do not need many accessories after the sale. A memory card perhaps, a battery or two, but that’s it. No continuing film or processing sales. No long-term commitments. Done. Finis. The photo manufacturers have cut our own collective throats. The ubiquity of product is killing the specialty shops. And the manufacturers don’t care. Why should they? Right now the money is in the hands of the discount stores. So the manufacturers are doing all in their power to get their share. Camera whores. Get it while we got it. Cheap.
This trend obviously scares me. While I know that Gene Taylor’s Sports will be fine and stable in the future, I have doubts about the photo industry in general. When photo specialty stores close a great source of knowledge and expertise leaves with it. Tricks and techniques learned over decades are disappearing. Who will be left to teach traditional darkroom techniques? Who will be left to fully explain the delicate balancing act between shutter and aperture? Where is the art and romance of photography going? At what cost is the loss of all this? When will the manufacturers realize that by turning their back to the specialty store they are also constricting their own futures? No one will be left to explain, to teach, to help, to counsel. And the manufacturers will be left looking over their shoulders at their own ignorance. That rushing sound in you ears is the future coming at you. Which way will you move? -Scott Parsons-




























