Some of my favorite photos were shot on Kodachrome:
„h A row of trees silently stand sentry over the dead of the Punchbowl National Cemetery. They are backlit by a golden setting sun.
„h Two T-38 USAF Thunderbirds, frozen for a moment. One, upside down, hovers over the other. Their red, white, and blue forms split the air like knives.
„h A broad Hawaiian rainbow washes fully across a telephoto scene of beautiful homes on distant lush volcanic slopes. It clearly looks like I faked the shot with filters.
„h A group of glistening chocolate-skinned boys row brightly colored skiffs near our ship; they will dive for coins that we throw. Their oars leave behind expanding white billows in the impossibly cobalt water
„h At summer Karate camp, Ken¡¦s left eye looks like a plum
„h Tiny lemon yellow slime mold fruiting bodies peek out between gray weathered planks of a nature trail
„h Elaine reclines in a broad field of yellow grass. She turns away from the camera, towards the tree line. Her pose is an obvious imitation of ¡§Christina¡¦s World¡¨ by Wyeth. Her red-checked flannel shirt is warm in the sun. If you try hard enough, you can smell her hair.
„h We look down from a balcony of the East Wing Gallery There are fours levels. A statue by Matisse here, a Miller sculpture there; Picasso peeks from a dark subterranean recess. The flooring is rose granite, subtly crosshatched in long triangles. Overhead, a massive orange Caulder mobile gracefully floats by.
Kodachrome was a superior film. Tis a shame.