I cant photograph to save my life, but
when I was a wipper-snapper my bro-in-law used to take me to the meets(Oran Park International spectacular etc, etc, etc).
He was a keen 35mm shooter.
I asked his wife last night, she said "yes he would still have the negatives some where! Would you like me to ask if you could have them them?".
So fingers Crossed.
We nearly had super eight movies of the late sixties, early seventies, including nationals.
My best bud Charlie(Mark) had set up a projector etc with a modern digital to recapture them from the wall.
We were just about ready for the popcorn, when six months after Maggoo passed, Charlie suddenly died from a blood clot. Pissed off, I was, top bloke. His family through out the projector, Bell moto helmets etc in the clean out.
His mate still has the films, but in his company I struggle to resist the urge to kill him. I don't see how I could sit through hundreds of hours with him, without getting 20yrs behind bars. In the mean time the films that he wont let out of his sight continue to rot I guess.
