No, it’s not photoshop, or some other digital processing. Turned my Lumix on the other day to grab some shots of this fine old Rambler, and the screen looks like something from “The Trip”. Wow; my camera’s flipping out on me! But is it just the screen, or is the picture going to look like this too? One way to find out….
The second shot was still under the influence.
By the time I walked to the front, the effects had worn off. Wouldn’t it be fun if they could make LSD that lasted for two minutes?
Everything back to normal, as it once was, if this can be considered normal.
But then a couple of days later, I whipped out the camera for the Celebrity Eurosport VR, and there it is again. Maybe just certain really far-out cars? Or is my camera flipping out on me? Or am I flipping out?
My first laptop did that after anything put pressure on the screen. Don’t know if that tech is the same or not. Nice rambler though
Flashback from the Torino/Fairlane,. mushrooms will do that Paul, and with today chemical know how Im sure you could get LSD that you could switch on or off just with a glass of water I kinda like the psychedelic Rambler like the multi hued pearl paints on boyracer cars it brings them to life.
Thanks for that diagnosis, Dr. Bryce! Yes, I have felt a bit unstable since the Torino/Fairlane episode.
Dont panic it adds to the shot rather than detracting from it
Paul, your camera is saying uncle after 5,000,000 photos!
Is this the camera ChrisGreenCar used for his 76 Monte Carlo? 🙂
Paul – by trade I work with imaging systems, so I will offer my diagnosis.
I actually had a similar problem a few years back with a digital SLR, where I was getting similar shots (though rather than being colored purple, they were more red). What’s likely going on here is that something – perhaps just the right amount of humidity in the air, or a recent knock to the camera – is causing the sensor to short out as it takes a frame. This results in the strange colorations, because the signals from the pixels are getting seriously tampered with.
The problem was sporadic, and I only saw it occur twice more in the lifetime of the camera.
Thanks. That’s more or less along my own line of thinking. I’m hard on it; carry it in my dirty, dusty work-pants pocket, without a case. It’s had a hard life; we’ll see. Maybe I should start a new blog: Psychedelic Classics.
We were halfway through the desert……when the drugs started to take effect.
I thought the rainbow hues were completely normal. It’s the Rambler that freaked me out.
I think it’s a problem with your camera…alternatively, I think I’ve seen that happen when breathing too much mildew in a small space, which can be a hazard of investigating curbside (or junkyardside) classics (ever read any of Murilee Martin’s articles?).
Or maybe Eugene really looks that way.
Thou doth protest too much, Brother Niedermeyer.
“In Eugene, everyone is on drugs all the time.” – JPC, having found a ’60s Dodge van in Indiana.
LOL!
I think Laurence has been at your camera, Paul!
Okay…equipment error explains the blotch of primary color.
WHAT…explains why the wipers are on the wrong sides? Left on the right; and right on the left. So the edges dig into the body on both ends of the sweep.
Does the whole Rambler Experience promote craziness…human as well as silicon-chip?
“Never walk in front of a Rambler driver”
It would be interesting if they could make LSD that only lasted two minutes, but it wouldn’t be much fun.
BTW, don’t ever get rid of that camera.
Dude! I agree. I once went to a party on the Illinois/Wisconsin border in 1970 that had a true pharmacopeia of everything god meant us to savor. We knew it would be a good party when we drove up to the farmhouse and noticed that a huge parachute had been suspended from an equally huge oak tree. Inside was a 2500 lb tank of nitrous and about a dozen stoners trying to suck the tank dry. We quickly joined in the group effort. My first. Neatsy keen, jelly bean! We then entered the stately manor we noticed a huge lazy suzan with a central bowl, filled with a huge mound of chronic, surrounded by a Saturn’s ring of scooped-out repositories for every color of pill you could imagine. I demurred. We were also told that the refrigerator had electric Kool-Ade for our halucienogenic enjoyment. I passed on that too. But my friend and I rolled cigars from the huge pile of grass in the lazy susan. Nobody shared. Who cared? There was more than enough for everyone.
My friend and I then returned to the big ole nitrous tank to partake once again in the laughing gas. I learned an important lesson. On nitrous alone, the effects wear off in less than a minute, ie, thud city. Those effects are blindness, deafness, and no sense of pain. Isn’t that what we all want?
But interestingly enough, with copious inhalation of the bud, the fall from euphoria from the nitrous became a much more gradual affair. First one’s sense of hearing came back. That night the Beatles’ white album was playing, and it was quite pleasant to hear “Here Comes the Sun”. Then one’s vision returned, followed by the desire to once again to have the old vinyl tube, that was still half a tent away, back in one’s mouth at another attempt at obivion.
Great times! For further reading see “The Naked Lunch” by William Burroughs.
Here comes the sun was in ‘abbey road’.
At least I got the song right.
Paul, our Canon did exactly that on a camping trip in Killarney Park, we thought it was cool and continued to take photos. I have some great shots of the kids next to melting purple trees.
Canon fixed it for free even though it was over 5 yrs old. Great customer service, when we bought our DSLR we went back to them.
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