Tom Wedgwood, the First Photographer: An Account of His Life, His Discovery and His Friendship with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Including the Letters of Coleridge to the Wedgwoods and an Examination of Accounts of Alleged Earlier Photographic Discoveries

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Duckworth and Company, 1903 - 271 pages
 

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Page 189 - The copy of a painting or the profile, immediately after being taken, must be kept in an obscure place ; it may, indeed, be examined in the shade, but in this case the exposure should be only for a few minutes : by the light of candles or lamps, as commonly employed, it is not sensibly affected.
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Page 189 - No attempts that have been made to prevent the uncoloured parts of the copy or profile from being acted upon by light, have as yet been successful.
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