Every camera has their moment

The End;  with my Voigtlander Bessa 6x9 RF. 

I have a 'friend'. Just the one - other than Eve. And this 'friend' is going to Italy next week. Only she can't decide what camera of the many she has upstairs in the spare room to take. A 35mm is definite - maybe the Minolta505si an account of her ailing abilities to focus manual cameras. And a Zorki 4 so as to look 'cool' or something like that. Especially useful when posing on a mountain of the Giro D'Italia she is going to see. But my 'friend' is somewhat at odds with what medium format camera to take - bearing in minds she took too much gear to Cuba a while back and got really up-fed with carrying it all around.

She has a Hassie with 50mm lens - but it's it bulky and it's not so easy focussing this wide angle lens. And also a Kowa6 - but that's heavy and a bit fragile these days. So perhaps she should take the Agfa Record 6x9 or the Voigtlander Bessa 6x9 RF . Or perhaps the pinhole 6x6??? To be honest, she is doing me head in with all this. Please, please help my 'friend' out!

Maybe she should take the Olympus XA2 or the OM2n or the Pentax p30n or the Zorki6 or the Houghton Butcher box camera etc etc. Argh!

I take this snap from time to time. It pleases me somewhat.

See, that's Garry beach [ or Traigh Ghearadha if you are that way inclined]  with Eve installed on one of the benches. Twas a lovely evening down there last night with the soft sun warming our backs for a change. I shot the snap [with the Agfa Record 6x9, Foma400] and then sat down beside her. Without a spider.

Today though the sun is shining again, I find myself single-handedly destroying the biosphere - a least a little - as I drove to Stornoway and back. Twice, before 11am. Eh? Once for the shoppe and the second time for the .... shoppe as Mrs Up-Yours had forgotten to write the list completely. Poor dear, her head is in a a right stramash at the moment. Ah well, I have been known to forget things myself. Just the once mind you.

Across the Pentland to nowhere much in the rain.

I went, it rained. Summer is here I guess.

We all do it from time to time

A snap of the castle that everyone, and I mean EVERYONE takes snap of. Including me

Yes, yes, apologies.

I was searching through the piles of negs on the settee behind me when I happened upon this one. And before you tell me, yes I have printed it before and yes, EVERYONE has a snap of  Eilean Donan castle. See here ! Ah, but have they got blotches on the print eh? No! Have they got an odd colour in the print eh? No! And have they printed it so dark one cannot see the flippin thing eh? No. See, mine's an original!

Have no idea why the scanner thing reflects itself in the glass. I think perhaps it's above its own station - which is just above [and below] the printers - to my left.

Snapped up with the Hasselblad, 50mm lens, some film or other and printed on Kentmere Fineprint and dunked [unevenly] in sepia.

Of course I didn't go there! What did you take me for, a tourist? I just said that to throw you off my scent.

I'm surprised the sea hasn't all poured away.

I've been past here this morning though, dodging the rain-drops. And that's a little easier than yesterday when it threw it down all day.

Of course I was tempted by the cake at the wonderful Morven Gallery that I attended with Toots Wilson. Toots was keen to buy the new Ian Lawson Harris Tweed book. It's a huge book so you can use it for insulation or flattening prints when you are up-fed with looking at it. It is lovely mind you, despite it not been made on proper film and everything. And if you go to the site here you can see a vid and all.

Anyway, I had some whisky-cake, Toots had some red cake with beetroot and didn't get the book cause it was all sold. New stock later this week so not all lost. Another opportunity for more cake perhaps? :-0

Yes, I may go there

I may go here today. It's just down the road you know. I can be there on my own and can't see the wind-turbine there either. But I may go elsewhere too as cake calls. Mr Toots called and asked me to eat it. I may have to.

Boxes

You know, this little hoosey where Eve and I plus HHHCB + 5 Kitlings  live is overrun by boxes at the moment. Can't seem to get rid of them since my old employer seems incapable of organising it. And most of the boxes contain their stuff.

For a while I didn't have the boxes - just the stuff - but a little trip up to see a man I know who likes to dress in fatigues soon rectified that. Of course, I can't tell you who this man is or, where he may live but I can show you snaps of his back. Otherwise I may have to... Oh, you know the rest!

Secret hideout. Only the sheeps know where it is.

Eh?

A window

Sometimes a snap of a window with sunshine  is enough before you venture down to see Toots.

Toots.

I shall be showing off my new Smit-made hairstylee.