Those guys operate an add-on scam, like Ryan Air, optionalizing necessary services, then upcharging you for them (get revenge by using coupon code ‘TrustedSince1990’ for 50% off across the board).
DiJiFi, in Brooklyn, is supposed to be better. Fewer restrictions, more flexible and personal service, and their color correction is supposed to be excellent. Your price will be painful, but they'll get it right.
But I found the best service of all, and I can't wait to share. It's called: GarbageCan.chuck.
I went through my immense crate of photos from family trips, 6th grade graduation, etc etc, intending to winnow a little bit. And I found that 95% are:
Faded, crappy shots of things like Cinderella's Castle at Disneyworld which have been professionally shot a quintillion times and can be googled in twelve microseconds.5% are decent shots of worthwhile things. Friends in familiar repose, long-gone things and places, etc. My backyard growing up. My chowmobile in 2003 (when everyone assumed I was fabulously successful, crazily failing to notice that Chowhound was free). I can scan these myself via my iphone (it's worth paying a few bucks for a scanning app, which autocrops and squares-off each photo).
Faded, crappy shots of resting lions and bored zebras at Lion Country Safari.
Faded, crappy shots of teachers and classmates I don't remember and don't care about.
Faded, crappy shots of teachers and classmates I do remember, but do not require photos of (they look EXACTLY LIKE I REMEMBER).
(quickly scanned via iPhone; I could correct brightness, but why bother?)
After exuberantly junking 1500 photos of negative-to-zero value, and keeping 75 for quick/easy iphone-scanning to digital, I found maybe 25 worth sending to DiJiFi for professional scanning and color correction.
It would have been insane to send them the whole box. Insane!
2 comments:
After my (sainted) mother died in 2009, my siblings and I gathered to sort through the myriad of photos (she always seemed to have a camera in her hand) to disperse them to those in the photos. We found ourselves saying to each other, "Who ARE these people?" continually and loading up the largest box we had with the unidentifiable. I left with a handful of photos, as did each of my siblings. I can only imagine the number of images being captured by phones and unidentifiable to future viewers.
Yeah. My wife insists on printing out pics of our grandkids and has them all organized by date in file boxes. I keep telling her that neither of our kids is going to want them in that form down the road. Heck, our son and his wife take tons of pics with their phones and don’t even own a printer.
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