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Upon discharge from the USAF in 1959, I found myself in Salt Lake City, Utah. I tried freelancing for a time and eventually found work as a darkroom technician and photographer for a number of commercial studios. One of these was Bill Shipler Photography. My first position with this firm was in the photofinishing darkroom where retail customer snapshot film was processed and printed. Shipler's main store and studio location was on the west side of Main Street and the photofinishing lab was in the basement of another building across the street. It was an interesting place to work, rich in the odor of photographic chemicals. The general mood was dark and depressing. At least one of the walls was hard-packed soil! The man in charge of this operation was an experienced darkroom technician who had worked for Shipler many years. I recall that his first name was Henry but his last name escapes my memory. Henry was a perfectionist in his views of things photographic and a bit set in his views about sartorial correctness. He always wore a white shirt and tie, even in the darkroom and I suspect was highly disapproving of the “casual” dress of the 1960s. However, even though I had several years of darkroom experience in the Air Force and another Salt Lake City photo studio, Henry's perfectionist views caused me to sharpen my skills to avoid his waspish tongue when I did something to ensure his disapproval.
In the summer of 1960 Shipler had contracts with Good Year Tire and Champion Sparkplug to photograph Mickey Thompson's World Land Speed Record attempt at the Bonneville Salt Flats. Coincidentally, Craig Breedlove, Athol Graham and Donald Campbell were also at Bonneville for the same reason. Initially, the 120-mile journey from Salt Lake City to Wendover, Utah was by automobile. Most of the cameras and equipment needed were loaded into a couple of station wagons. Rooms were rented at one of the motels in Wendover, then a sleepy desert town literally right on the Utah/Nevada border. One building housed a restaurant and bar where the restaurant was on the Utah side (Utah is a “dry” state) and the bar was in Nevada. It was illegal to buy a drink in the bar and carry it across the room into the restaurant! Bonneville Salt Flats is well known for the many land speed record attempts held there. A challenging environment for the photographer, the pure white salt reflects the intense sunlight, acting as a natural fill. No vegetation can grow there. Nothing breaks the bright white expanse except the shadows of men and their machines. The distant mountains are over the earth's curve making them appear to float on the horizon. Probably due to the bowl of the sky reflected by the salt, the 4,000 foot altitude and the absence of clouds the light seems to be bluer than normal.
It was always an interesting experience to fly onto the salt flats. The Cessna was an all-metal, high-wing aircraft. As you got close to the surface, the reflection of the salt from the wing effectively created a total whiteout for the pilot. Landing was more a matter of letting the plane sink until you could tell you had touched down by the sound and feel of the wheels on the salt!
Because Shipler Photography was there to record Thompson's record attempt, our job revolved around him, his crew and his car. Most of that work was done with 4” x 5” sheet film cameras. We used fast films because of the extra exposure latitude they offered. Images were needed in both color and black and white. The color was shot with transparency film because it had a proven record of reliability and the color intensity was excellent compared to color negative film of that time.. I had asked Bill if I could shoot 35mm and was given the “OK”, provided it didn't interfere with my assigned duties and with the understanding that it was for my personal use. Advertising agencies of that day looked upon 35mm cameras as toys, only suitable for family snapshots. I was able to shoot some images of Breedlove's crew working on his car Spirit of America, but I was never on the salt when he ran. Not much came of his efforts that year, although he later set a new record of over 600 mph.
All in all, the summer of 1960 was a one of those memorable photographic moments, brought back to life with the discovery of the trunk! You can find out more about Jerry Currier and his photography at www.currier-photos.com or view his Portfolio. You may contact him at cursmicon@sbcglobal.net. © Copyright 2002 by Photoworkshop.com |




