Saturday, March 28, 2015

This is Murray


Murray. Man of all trades but particularly carpentry. Let him loose on a pile of scrap wood and some nails and you'll have a chicken coop in no time - whether you want one or not.

Old plate camera repairs? Well, Murray made me a new base plate for the old FKD 5x7 when it cracked. Better than the original too.

Snapped him up the other as he was reinstalling the village polytunnels that had been wrecked - again - in the winter gales.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Here it is

Sorry, late today. Got up head hanging, toes curled and self elsewhere.


It is probably worth waiting for though, this snap from another day. From out westish, down southish here on the island. Well, almost this island. Another name, same island. That sort of thing.

If I can find the neg down the back of my filing system aka the settee, I shall shine a light through it onto old paper, throw it into Lith chemicals and see what happens. Once I have checked on The Crofter anwyay.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Playing with my 170sl around the village

It's the sort of thing I do when the energy levels are a bit low and the thought of lugging around a big camera is not in the forefront of my mind. I got this little thing for about 99p [that's less than £1 for you mathematically challenged folk - like me] filled it with Foma400 film rolled into a 100asa film canister and went out. The little camera  knew I'd wanted to expose the film at 100asa and since the sun was out - it was almost perfect.

The camera is surprisingly sophisticated with little plastic flaps inside that block out part of the already small neg. How good is that? It's like that in the bit you look through too so you know the sort of thing you are going to get. Now the neg is really small and long. Well, longer anyway. Sort of like the neg shape of the Hasselblad Xpan without the cost [circa £1500 v 99p], quality or neg size. Apart from that it does just the same sort of thing but with a zoom. But of course without panache and style. And with mushy snaps!


See, I went for a stroll on the edge of the village - down towards where the witches gather. Having said that I expect the windmill might be frightening them off these days - even though it's not working at present. Must be why there is no wind with that thing not fanning it along.


Went doon this road. This might be 'up' but all the same place.


Now this is definitely 'up'. Up from the water treatment plant - yes we have one of those. No peaty brown water for us!


That's a lump of peat out there on t'moor. Looking back towards the village hiding behind the lump. A nice lump though. Nicely positioned and everything.



Oh yes it's coming back to me know. At this point my ears were beginning to drop off. I had 'ice-cream head' too. So pointed the 170sl - does't that just trip off your tongue eh? I pointed it at this, 'it' posed and I snapped. I like it. Talking of which/what, it looked young  Murray had already been out and cut his peats! Only, I caught up with him later and he told me they were last years!

Anyway, I like the 170sl. Simple like me. But classy :-)

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

No Idea


Have no idea what this sculptural thing was nestled net to the place we stayed whilst visiting Madeira recently. I liked it though. Is is Damien Hurst?

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Still here with me


Ah, there she is sat there minding her own business with a spire growing out of her head. As it does sometimes.

Eve is home again after a hard day earning crust so we can buy some more film so I can continue wasting it. A situation that I fully support. Mind you, I do have to occasionally work myself you know - driving here and there, smiling, chatting, wrestling miscreants to the ground - that sort of thing. Only not quite like that really. I do the smiling and chatting mind. Can you imagine?

Monday, March 23, 2015

Another sheeps; posing in my Homage to Atget snap



Please, don't berate me for dissing a great name - that of Eugence Atget. Mr Toots is sure to reprimand me for that. No, it just I snapped this sheeps up with the Holga whilst out on a short strollatery and this here pole stepped in the way just asking to star. Just like Mr Atget had in his lovely snaps a few years back.

It's a homage to Mr Atget. That's what it is. A homage.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Breaking out the Holga again


Went strolling round the village in the thankfully light rain this morning with this Plastic Fantastic 'camera' in hand. Seemed to have caught this place in the lens. And the place next door. Sorry and all that. I won't do it again.