CCA Notes

a gathering of references over time about the big dinosaur. Abbreviations are re-used. Google has a tough time working on the past, even the recent past is pushed aside in favor of being current. Engineers think you are asking easy, surface questions. Color Corporation of America, in 2025, is a paint story. The CCA meant by dye transfer printers is what I mean on webionaire.

Some synchronicity in my life. CCA was Color Corporation of America, now, it is California College of Art — former work-home to Larry Sultan [1946-2009]. I knew both CCAs. A pamphlet of mine from SFAI days brought a student of Larry’s to my door to learn, revive dye imbibition printing.

Display Transparency made by Color Corporation of America.

a piece about the largest photograph… and CCAs Tampa operation. Able to make Color Prints or Transparencies of any size.

[Cincinnati Music Hall]


Mr. Snyder, in 1959 , founded the Color Corporation of America in Tampa, Fla. He was active across several fields; was prepared to undertake almost any project.

Mr. Snyder attends a Color Conference in 1956. His interests are what he does as a lab.

… from small things… grew a big company.

Monolabs— it’s the way that every lab starts; just the one person. That one person may have been a photographer saving money on lab work by doing it themselves. The four shift labs are, like CCA, running multiple shifts throughout the week. They operate weekdays, while the monolabs run single, or as need short shifts. This mode makes them closer to functional knowledge as the “weekend” solo labs built and tended by affluent amateurs — the “dentist-artist.” They buy small amounts. Need different directions. Learn by magazine and workshops at an “art” location.

The large lab employees were trained in military schools, or trade schools; the main one being where Frank Tartaro taught, Germain School Of Photography .

RIT although not a “trade school” also spread dye transfer skills. RIT taught emulsion making in addition. The rubric on their grads was: They could make Tri-X, but couldn’t use it.

CCA’s clients ranged from individual artists — Laura Gilpin in 1964-1968. Mostly Type Cs, not dyes; Eliot Porter’s Dye Transfer portfolio in 1977 was made by CCA.

…. and
 every mono lab thinks they know everything, Easy to understand why, since they have to do everything, and they, usually, think they know how; they think they know the best way, although they only know that one way, their way .

The Mom n Pop had to be better. You could aspire to become a Mom-n-Pop taking only great, interesting client work. Bet you didn’t achieve even this level of independence. Few do.

CCA: Color Corporation of America.

Tampa 610 S. Armenia Ave 33609 
813 877 5353
306 East 45th New York 10017
212 582-4355 [Creative Color Inc]
in London John Piercy Ltd, Bryanston Street, London

Prinparencie, Day’n Nite Translucencies, Quality Color Prints and Color Transparencies for the Trade
US Pat Issued [https://patents.google.com/patent/US3205600A/en]


— CVI (Guy Stricherz) was the opposite in scale. Many would say, have said, the opposite in ability, meaning that CCA, being large and profitable, wasn’t as good a lab as CVI and their like. CVI lives, surviving the Kodak stumbles. CCA didn’t.

— FROG PRINCE Haunt Rama and Tom Rankin. Bob Pace helped set up Frog Prince, Dye Transfer lab.

Haunt Rama -- Owner/ President · 1981 to 1996 · San Francisco, California
Fine Art Photographic Printmaking, Gallery
Richard Misrach, William Eggleston, Galen Rowell, Jim Marshall

Tom Rankin Dye Transfer Division of Frog Prince & Company, L.P 500 Sansome St, San Francisco, CA 94111

Marfa In Two

My first visit to Marfa was early days of my Texas time. Living somewhere is better than visiting. Sometimes, some places, maybe not. One place means you can walk many times, using the same tripod holes. Wear them out, they are yours. Changing places starts with a blank paper. Most people revert; they go blank when they see a new place. Too frequently, they find the place as others have found it. The Card Shop Calendar.

— After my set: Wo Ist Tejas. Finding that all places share three versions of the world. In near space the differences blur until in intimate space they separate. The ring of awareness

I like grouping, at first, by pairs, later by parts; finding sets in dispersed settings. Not because of symmetry, but because of depth; I see very different depths in almost every scene, every part of the world. Seeing one thing, one city as two things, cities is innate. Progression between points is more than direction.

Cartesian thinking that we can map our doing, our goings. Everyone is a rancher. No one ranches. That is Tejas, Mexas.

Locations: No Country for Old Men

Travel is easy. It was easier before Trvmp’s Fear Years.

Alley Gardens

Texans are urbanites. A different country viewpoint. An accent that is easily discerned; not southern. They die rather than diet.

Since last fall our alleyway has changed; five households. Three from death; two from moving out of Texas; returning to the saltwater states. Those were the gardeners. We exchanged harvests, staying away from topics of the day, unless it was weather.

friends along the shared driveways

They moved to safety, barely saying, in whisper: “I don’t know your politics, but we don’t feel safe anymore…no telling how far things will go.” They moved to a Saltwater State; not the surfless salt of the Gulf of Extinction (formerly known as a Gulf of Trump).

the alley in the internet: alley allies

in texas the power is uncertain. texans love their myths, independence and god a divine independence:they keep the grid away, thinking the clock is set to 1830 or 1964. 

texas power failures bring many together; checking to see if your power went out as well.

as in new york, snow bringing out impromptu push, direction, and help. The grid failures open the houses around us. People checking to see if they are the only one affected. They aren’t.

Texas is built on the fiction of Republic, of Monarchy. The first dictionary of the United States authors called a Sovereign, that thing with a Sovereign, a King or Queen. Dynastic Ruler. These days, we stuff words like trash bags, overloading them. Sovereign is now, what? — something with a boundary. Perhaps we have lost the concepts of democracy, replacing it with wealth metrics. Autonomous isn’ sovereign.

Texas Pride means we barely have interstate highways. Alongside runs a Texas highway. Texans shrink from thinking they’re American, preferring the Texas flag when Democrats are in the White House. Only with a Republican in Oval is the US Flag displayed without scorn and contempt.

People Die. Anonymous and Unknown. Their death makes their life standout — asking our attention; what didn’t we know about them. How much did we miss by being on paths of easy hand waves, idle talk. Let them resolve their life not as a King, not a Sovereign Life. Allow them to make their judgements without requiring them to answer my curiosity.

april in the alley
Eclipse in the alley and by September She is buried, her house is sold.
Grand children with a universal northern accent arrive; sort the closets, close the garage.

They “Remember the Alamo” even though they don’t want to be reminded of its History.

i’ve been in Texas so long this tomato seems good enough .

at least it’s red