When the shift is over

Wen I worked for the papers, I chose to work the night shift, we started at 15:30 and was to end at 24:00 but it rarely did. We came in around 21:30 to process film, write cutlines and do the LtR ID’s. The papers were all hot type then; nine dailies were printed so press runs started shortly after the photographers got their art to through the engraving shop. This pressman just left work after the last press run finished and stereos went back to the casting pots. I happened to come out the door at the right moment to make this photo.File PhotoEnd of the shift, Getty Square, Yonkers, NY Nikon F 85mm f1.8 lens Plus-x film 125 ASA 01/05/1972
Initially I used Tri-x but soon went to Plus-x and found that by hand developing (the paper has a Versamat) I got excellent results under all conditions.


About Vermont Woodchuck

Professional Photojournalist since 1969 with a BFA from SUNY Purchase 1979-Visual Arts. I despise advocacy news journalism. Every photojournalist should be prepared to show their camera RAW images of news events. Reason: RAW images cannot be altered no matter what is done to the finished product.
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1 Response to When the shift is over

  1. this b&w photo is such a classic night city view, complete with wet streets and a lone figure on his way home–a perfect choice to go with your reminiscences. having lived for a time in your general new england region, I got a job while attending community college in hudson falls, n.y., of reviewing theatre performances for the glens falls post star, back in 1967. the room was full of cigar smoke to the point of being unable to see the editor(s) at the very back, and I typed my pieces on yellow copy paper to the sound of the AP wire chugging out reams of paper. and every so often a writer would come over and use huge scissors to cut a section of that big ribbon of AP newsprint and paste it into his copy. I didn’t think of it in any sort of nostalgic way at the time (of course), but it certainly is nostalgic when I recall it today. thank you for bringing back a strong memory.

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