Friday, October 31, 2014
Look, I look at images - I mean proper images on film and everything. I like images - especially those that move me, like this one does. Yes, go and have a look. I'll wait.
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Ok? Nice isn't it? Mine is not a patch on that image of Mr Ravilous'. But I can't help referencing it on the occasional day the sun shines, I'm among some trees - as I was yesterday with Toots - and have a camera to hand. A Soviet camera but a camera all the same.
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I just knew you would go back and look at more James Ravilious' images. They are so very wonderful. My fav photographer to be honest. I would need another lens to take images like that though - and possibly another camera and some talent perhaps.
But getting back to my pale imitation of that snap, do you like it? Proper photogs call is Contre-Jour. When I say 'proper' I mean French or pretentious photographers - of which I am obviously one. Pretentious that is, not French.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
There you are. Told you. That's the sort of thing that happens here. A heavily laden lorry of the truck persuasion stops. Puts a ladder up and all. Life Eh?
I tell the rest of the story there.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Did you guess it's not here? I mean, trees and warmth. Dry day and all that.
Fraid it is lashing down here. The wind has abated though thank goodness and the quietness is lovely. Reminds me of this stroll down a quiet lane in Asturias a few weeks back. The leaves were waggling quietly, the birdies coughing and the air ripped up by a noisy quad as it rushed up the hill. Well, you have to have a quad!
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Monday, October 27, 2014
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Of course it's William. Looks like him - well, if you squint a bit with a hand over one eye sort of thing anyway. I think Mrs Holden would recognise him.
I took the snap with a Franka folder and a 6x6 with RPX25 film. Set the thing to f32 and pointed it threateningly at the man for a few seconds. This is that.
I wasn't going to post this snap but a few scraggy little black sheeps gave me the eye this morning. We were down on a local beach braving the howling wind, breathing the air - that sort of thing - when the sheeps noticed us. Came rushing at us as if they were going to leap onto the beach from their cliff-side perches. We panicked a bit to be perfectly fair. Trotted back up from the beach glancing worriedly over our shoulders to see the little dark beasties weren't following us home. I mean, I'm not sure The Crofter would be best pleased if we turned up outside his gaff with a troop of his black woolly back sheeps in tow. Especially on this ere special day and everything.
Came home in the rain, shook off me oilies - or what passes for oilies - and found this snap. Thought it looked like I felt. 'FELT' note; not looked.
Oh never mind!
I came across this amiable chap at Brevig harbour the other day casting his line in and pulling it out moments later wish fishes on the hooks. One after another they came. Cuddies I was told - which it seems could be Saithe. Maybe.
It's a lovely little harbour - as long as you don't want to put your boat in there as the swells are horrible and the water-borne entrance worse. Apart from that it's nice. The fishes like it too. Maybe it's all the crab bits that fall in off the few fishing boats there that attract them.
I'm rather liking this Kodak Tmax film. I might have to acquire some more.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
This is George. He was putting the finishing touches to his Leisure23 boat he has lurking outside his des-res just down the road from the house called Timbukthree in New Tolsta. New Tolsta is north of North Tolsta and thereby hangs a tale that I really know little of the clearances and the like.
The boat George acquired a while ago but needs a little tlc to get it back to it's best. Like letting the water out of the inside, a rudder and steering stick and a couple of hatches that got blown away in the wind in the recent gales. Apart from that, it's almost ready to go.
I like George. He has done some epic bike rides - all self supported - apart from the one when I supported him as he came out of a bar in Stornoway after he had just finished the end to end [of the UK]. I poured him into the car and brought him home. I think he deserved the celebration to be honest. Hopefully new adventures will happen with the boat. One day.