If you look very closely at this Real Photo Post Card (read more at this Wiki, which, although I do not provide ethical support for anything Wikipedia, I do make use of the information there simply because it exists. I simply won't stand by anything Wiki as having any grain of truth, at least until such time as sources become open to examination.) you can just make out Bees Knees.
Or, at least the knees of the Apiarists who are braving the stinging hoards. Luckily for you and me, these two nattily attired gents desired their apiaist activities to be recorded for postcard posterity, all the while sitting on their posteriors.
Check the smoker gently smoking by itself in the lower left hand corner of the image. No static pose this. Here we have an action photograph of the like even Arnold would never dare to pose for.
Once I finish correcting some navigation errors that crept into the main website, I'll place this image along with others in the Early Photographs section. The error was mine. I made a change in the nav bar and forgot to specify an internal linkage, thereby throwing the world into chaos.
The exhibit was organized by Susan E. Thompson, Curator of the Collection. While I have not yet had the pleasure of viewing the exhibit, it came to my attention by way of sleight of hand.
Ms. Thompson contacted me some months past about using images from the Toolemera site in the exhitibition. In particular, the image of a wood turner on this page illustrated the time period. The top image, not the bottom, PG-17 one.
In addition, a few images of a Pole Lathe from Nicholson's Mechanic's Companion were provided for the Exhibit catalog. All in all, it was an enjoyable exercise in discovery as I had not previously given much in-depth thought to what sort of lathes would have been used by period wood wind turners.
The exhibit runs through June 29, 2012. If you are in the area, or have an interest in music, woodwinds, turning, or spring in Connecticut, it sounds like a good reason to be there.
Amongst 10 linear inches (archives speak for a bunch of stuff) of ephemera that came up north from a dealer down south, there is a Baldwin Tool Catalog from 1858. All of the stuff in this box came from a hardware wholesale store from Georgia who was in business just before the Civil War, seemed to do something else during, and reopened afterwards. More on that once some research is completed.
All of this material is filthy. Damp stains, carbon stains, stains on stains. There was clearly some fires at work here. Everything has carbon sifted in and over every edge it can get to. I've slowly processed this material, starting with freezing the suspicious stuff to halt any possible mold or mildew.
Next, cleansing loose carbon or dust by hand. Most of this paper is too fragile to be washed, even in a float tray. The heat this paper was subjected has made it all very fragile, almost onion skin paper iike in many instances. For the long range goal, much of it will be image and printed, then either stored or destroyed if there are any indications of mold or mildew.
Back to Baldwin. The front cover on this catalog is gone. The rear cover is there, but almost turning to dust. What little gilded lettering there was has long gone. The only way to handle this item was to gently remove the remenants of the spine and the deteriorating threads and then image it page by page.
Along the way, I realized this catalog features engravings of moldings planes. Not just engravings, but full sized, head on profiles complete with sizes, descriptions, measurements and catalog numbers.
Back to work. More carbon to remove. More pages to gently press flat, although there is only so much you can do with paper in this state. And then... I'm thinking a nice grayscale reprint along with a PDF on the website?
I'm also wondering what else I'll find in this 10 linear inches of paper. Some of it is stuff I bought outright but some are packs the dealer sent up to me for free in return for advice I gave on how to handle the other stuff she sold. When she said this stuff was Nasty and Dirty, she was right.
Till next, and with increasingly dirty fingers, Gary