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Week 44 – Firehouse

On the day after Christmas, I spent a brief hour covering the watch desk at the firehouse.  My Mamiyaflex was calling to me.

The light was borderline even for Lomochrome Purple; most of these required a fair bit of post processing.  I still love them.



Don’t sleep at the watch desk. He’ll see you.
No idea.

Camera: Mamiyaflex TLR
Lens: 80mm
Film: Lomochrome Purple

Developed at home (Unicolor kit/JOBO CPA2, Epson v700)

Week 28 – Predelivery

I continue to shoot film regularly, but I’ve fallen behind with scanning and posting.

Week 25 featured the delivery of my fire company’s newest addition.  The week prior, we went to the dealer for pre-delivery inspection.  This was our first view when we entered the garage.  It looks strange without its stripes.250728830031I brought along my Leica M6 with 18mm ultra wide lens.250728830009

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After the inspection, we met with the dealer’s graphics people to finalize the design.


The other reason I love going to the dealer is the ‘dead line.’  These are rigs which were traded in and have yet to find new homes.

250728830019I was very surprised to find this there.  For my international readers an old Dennis may not mean much.  I had no idea there were any Dennis Sabres in North America though.  I don’t know the story behind it.

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Lens: 18mm

Developed and scanned by Old School Photo Lab in fabulous Dovah, New Hampshah.


Week 25 – Split Roll

Roll #25 was split between 2 events. First, my FD took delivery of a new Ladder truck.


Changing of the guard
The Great White Fleet

I’m very proud of this fleet, as I’ve been involved with the design of all 3 rigs.  They have worked out very well for us and our citizens.

Later the same week, I attended a microcar meet at the Lars Anderson Auto Museum with the Greater Boston Film Photography meetup group.


Minis, of course
An actual functioning Trabant
Renault 4
Of course. . .
Deux "Deux Cheveaux"
Citroen Mehari - a sport/utility version of the 2CV
Beautifully restored
Rat scooters!

Camera: Nikon FG
Lens: Nikon 28-90mm zoom
Film: Fuji Velvia 100

Developed by Old School Photo Lab and scanned on my Epson v700.

Week 23 – Firehouse

One of the downsides of being a busy camera collector is that I often can’t remember details of my shoots.  I recently finished a roll of Velvia 100 slide film around the firehouse, but I cannot remember which camera I was using.  It was something 35mm, and probably a Nikon SLR.

201506_M6035Stickman gets in so much trouble around the firehouse.


One of my favorite recent images. Chevrons in the sun.201506_M6028

By the time the photos were developed, Ladder 1’s 1985 rig had retired and gone to the scrapyard.201506_M6027In the front half of the building, the Forestry and the Reserve Engine still wear red.

Week 13 – Life Goes On

Spring is here and life goes on.

I have fallen behind with posting, but I continue to shoot film.  Finding the time to develop was difficult, and then the faithful Epson v700 began acting up.

I don’t really know what was wrong with the scanner. I performed all of the usual troubleshooting steps to no avail. I updated software, cleaned the glass, rebooted everything, and even tried a different computer.  I tried both VueScan and the Epson software. The results were consistently garbage.  Then they weren’t.

In the interest of striking while the iron is hot, I’m calling this Week 13.  These were shot with my Chinon CM7, a perennial favorite, with a 28mm lens.  The film is Eastman Double X 5222 souped in Ilfosol 3 for 6:00.  Feel the grain. . .

(click any image for the full size version)

The roll began with some errands and Cricket. We caught the MBTA at the Hay St crossing. I was able to grab a few shots at a brush fire later in the day.

Reunion II

This is part 2 of a multipart series. If you missed the beginning, you might want to check out part 1.  
So it was off to northern NH to retrieve the Howe. The current owner said she’s been well maintained and should be ready for the long trip home, but antique trucks can be full of surprises. I loaded the pickup with every possible supply and tool I could conceive of needing: oil, coolant, brake fluid, jumper cables, spare charged battery, air compressor with hoses and chuck, extension cords, fuel stabilizer, lead substitute, Marvel Mystery Oil, and an assortment of basic tools.  
Captain Murphy often rides with me. (I know he’s at least a captain because I’m a lieutenant, and Murphy outranks me.). Whatever breaks, it will be the one thing I didn’t consider. That’s why I also carry the number of a good heavy towing service.  
The GPS says it’s a 3 1/2 hour trip up. It’s pretty accurate, but it translates to a 5 hour return trip at 1963 speeds. It’s gray, foggy, and threatening rain, but at least the weather is still unseasonably warm.  
My first glimpse of her is in her owner’s driveway. We round a corner, and there she is at the top of a small rise. The last 18 years have not been kind to her, but I’ve aged a bit as well. Her body is not as good as I had hoped, but it’s much better than I had feared. If the mechanicals are intact, I can work with this.  
They seem to be OK. She starts quickly and idles well. Her original siren is missing, but I know where it is. Her original seat has been replaced with buckets, but they seem comfortable. She’s lost her 35′ extension ladder, and her nicely matched set of chrome suction hoses has been replaced with a ratty mixed set. The brakes need bleeding. I hope that’s all; it may be a bad master cylinder. The tires are iffy, and I’ll need to find and repair that exhaust leak. And I’m sorry, East Haven, but the lettering job is ugly. It will have to go. Some of the original paint may yet survive under it, though.  
In summary she needs a fair amount of work, but it’s not insurmountable. We take care of the formalities, and then I’m off.  
It’s a blast from the past. Low revving, lots of torque, lots of noise; but she doesn’t seem as hard to drive as I remember. Perhaps I’ve grown up, or perhaps it’s the lack of a deputy chief watching me from the right seat.  
It takes less than a mile for me to realize the first tool I’ve forgotten: duct tape. Fortunately there is a hardware store next to the gas station. With a full tank of gas/Stabil/lead substitute mixture, and with the headliner taped securely out of my field of vision, we begin the long hard climb south out of town on US 3.



Reunion I

When I was a young recruit, we trained a lot on our reserve engine. Engine 3 was a 1963 International/Howe with a 750 GPM pump and 500 gallons of water. She was a legend in our department.
When delivered in 1964, Engine 3 provided an 88% increase in the department’s pumping capacity. Although only rated at 750, she was documented to pump 1100 GPM on multiple occasions. She was physically our largest engine until 1987, even dwarfing 1979’s Engine 1. I learned my chauffeur’s trade with her. She had a Waterous pump with a rotary gear primer. You had to pull a switch to drop the clutch, shift the primer transmission in, then release the clutch to raise water. Pumping required reversing the procedure.
Driving her was equally interesting. She was cold and unhappy in the morning. Of course, as a fire engine you had to learn to drive her cold. She had a constant mesh (non-synchronized) transmission which required double clutching all shifts. Shifting up was hard; shifting down near impossible. Missing a shift meant coming to a complete stop and starting over. Legend has it that a synchro-mesh transmission would have cost an extra $17 in 1963. Ahh, small town politics.
By my day, Engine 3 ran as our third-due pump and as a tanker to support the brush trucks. In that capacity, I drove her a few times in my first four years. By modern standards she was a bear, but she had character and style, and she was reliable.
When she was replaced in 1993, no one wanted to see her go to a collector or to scrap. We eventually sold her to our sister department in rural Vermont. The most they could scrape together was $3000.
This week I was contacted by a collector. Our beloved Howe has been in his care for a few years now, but he could no longer afford to keep her. He offered her to me for the grand sum of $3000.
You can bet I scraped it together. 
The saga continues in part 2.