Friday, July 18, 2025

The River Of Life

Morning folks - well a very reflective thought for today's post.

Rivers - well, what can I say. I've spent all of my life either near one, right on top of one, or finding one accidentally; from the Grand Union Canal in London - home of many childhood fishing exploits with ancient knackered gear, though to one of Scotland's great trout rivers, to now, living near the mighty Tay, I've always been around them. I've never been happier on holiday than when we've been near a river and especially, when I get to explore new turf (as it were.)

But now as life moves on, the metaphorical presence of rivers comes more to mind. 
We're all on a journey from source to sea; we arrive, new at that springhead and move onto broader straights, narrows, pools and rapids, until finally we're there on the shores of a greater mass of water - largely unknown and kind of frightening in a way, and yet, it is made of the same stuff as we have known all our life. 
And darkness too.
Don't forget that. 
The same darkness we sprang out of in those high uplands; the end is both the source and the end.
And that is only metaphorically.

The literal meat and potatoes, from the small splashing burn, through the falls and onto the mighty tidal reaches of an estuary, they've all shaped me.


Ilford FP4,© Phil Rogers,Dundee,John Blakemore,Foma 111,Fomadon R09 1+75,



I suppose one can see wind as a form of water, but dry, that moves and shapes the land - that is a fascination and a current and future way of working for me . . yeah it's borrowed from Blakemore again, but he was well ahead of the curve. 
It would probably be easier to do this on digital, but hey-ho, I am a curmudgeonly Old Hector.

Anyway as I get older, the more I shrink from how man is largely becoming disassociated from nature. 
I see people on their phones and embracing this and that technological advancement; I see really truly young children scrolling on screens faster than a teenager; I see Swiftys (Single White Female In A [Chelsea] Tractor) unthinking about the future of their grandchildren; I see Ignorance being regarded as Power; I see the very real rise of the robots - a thing that the great thinkers of the last century said was supposed to make our lives easier and yet the more I see it, the more I hope for the Butlerian Jihad (go on . . look it up).
I am sure people of every generation have felt this before, but to be honest all I want to do is hunker down, preferably under a tarp, and listen to the rain on the canvas, and hear the river rushing by. 
No connection to 'modernity' at all. 
Because for all we think we're the bees-knees, we're really incredibly simple.
I've written about this before on FB, but now it has more pertinence than ever to me.

Anyway, what is it with me and rivers, or indeed any body of water?
I can't say more than it is part of me. (But you did just say that y'berk!)

So, to that end. we recently had a lovely holiday, in an amazing lodge in a truly ancient setting. 
The site was the loop of a river - when viewed from above, it bears strong resemblance to stone-age carvings. 
A Christian site was established there in about 640 AD (not unusual for early Christianity to appropriate early pagan sites); this was burned to the ground in the 850's and a new church set up in the 1150's (!) this too was burned down in the 1300's and the place was largely left alone after that. 
It is actually an incredibly good defensive site as the drop to the river is steep and prolonged. 
At one time there was a defensive ditch cast across the 'peninsula',

Anyway, whether it was the 'difficult' to photograph situ or just a general malaise on my behalf, I found it near impossible to take a picture - only three 120's in a week - that is something of a non-record for me. 
It was also virtually impossible to get to the river in a lot of places given the steepness of the banking and I was left utterly frustrated way above the rush and tumble, on high banks covered with trees . ..  so I thought, I know what . . . I'll take some trees . . .  and other things.

As I've mentioned before I was long an admirer of John Blakemore's use of a Press Shutter to take multiple exposures of landscapes. Not being the owner of a Press Shutter and indeed these days seriously pondering getting rid of the LF gear, I have adopted another methodology - that of the fairly long exposure.
Yes I know, everyone and their chimp does that these days . . cue the horrific waterfall shots of which I am a participant.
In my case though, it is more an urge TO NOT TAKE A PRETTY PICTURE, more that I like to see how time and weather react with a landscape.

I don't just use a ND filter either - I've found I can get satisfying results using a red (Hoya Red R1 or equivalent) - I know what people say about using a red filter, however in the right circumstances (in my case, in heavy shade with glimpses of sun) it can be a surprisingly versatile companion.

A lot of these exposures were long - ranging from around 15 seconds to a full-on 175 seconds!

I have also in recent times taken on a new development regime.

If you read FB long enough you'd discover that I went through a long patch whereby I only used Pyrocat-HD - a truly wonderful developer. 
But when my home-brew and Wet Plate Supplies quantities ran out, I stopped using it in favour of somethng else that was a bit faster in time, still gave me good compensation on the inevitable deep shadow/bright sun combos and was more readily available (Nik and Trik make a version of PHD for over here, but part A is not made with Glycol - I've got some but have yet to use it.)

Anyway, Rodinal and its copies . . to-wit . . Fomadon R09. 
It's an incredibly versatile developer, but can be a little heavy-handed if you're not careful. 
So I've been trying it at the dilution of 1+75 . . and have discovered it to be really excellent for perceived sharpness AND compensation for regions of a negative that fall over Z VII.

I've also discovered a renewed love for Ilford's FP4 (but worraboot the BLOBBIES I hear you shout . .  more of that in a minute ***) which I use at EI 80.

With 1+75 R09, I give it 30 seconds of constant agitation and then 4 gentle but firm twirls with a Paterson twirly Stick every 10 seconds. Development time is 9 mins 30 seconds and it renders the negatives absolutely fine, so long as you've given them plenty of exposure.

I used to expose on Z III cos Ansel said you should, but then after reading an article by Bruce Barnbaum I started placing shadows on Z IV, and with this combo it really works.

The thing about the Zone System, is that it is a brilliant way of viewing light and getting something akin to what you are seeing in the flesh on a negative, but you also have to remember it was written for older materials and largely sheet film. 
You can obsess to the nth degree about values and such-like (and I HAVE read all the peripheral publications - Zone VI Workshop, etc etc; all those concerned young men with beards and densitometers) and truly belive that no matter what, you can often fix tonal mistakes realatively simply in the printing process.

Another hint came from Sir Ralph Gibson . . . he said if a print wasn't emerging in the way he wanted in the developer (ie he'd not exposed it enough, etc) he simply flipped it over in the developer, turned off the safelight and left the darkroom. I've done this quite often for up to and around 8 minutes with nary a hint of fog, but what it does is carry on developing the highlights. 
(Gibson said he'd been interrupted by the phone during a session, had flipped the print over, taken the call and when he came back a while later, looked at the print and liked what he saw.)

So, say you've got a print with heavy shadow and really ott highlights, you can balance the exposure of the print so that the shadows come to full development and the bits that look pretty white (when the shadows are developed) will carry on developing and actually balance themselves within the print. 
It's not perfect science and should be viewed with the idea of EXPERIMENTATION in your head.
I suppose it is a mild form of preflash or even split trousers without the wizard's cloak.

You should try it - it works.

*** Yeah but worraboot the BLOBBIES?
OK - you may have noticed a while back my avowed intent to stop using Ilford film, simple because of the terrible mottle. It has destroyed a few films of mine.
So, having a convo with Bruce, he mentioned that wetting agent was used on Ilford's film and the instructions are not to use a waterbath pre-development. 
Wetting agents are part and parcel of the coating process for every manufacturer - they're needed to provide a consistent surface layer on the carrier, but the more I thought about it, the more I wondered whether the mottle was somehow allied to wetting agent. 
It sort of looked bubbly and weird and something that could be allied to random bubbles. 
So I took some FP4 from a batch which I'd stopped using, and gave it a proper waterbath before developing. 
We're talking at a minimum 5 minutes - sometimes up to 10 whilst I get everything else ready. And, so far, I've not had the dreaded blobbies. 
Now this could all be bullshit on my behalf - I don't know. 
All I know is maybe you should try it . . .

Anyway, after all that THE TREES . .  well a couple anyway.
Below are all scans off of some of the prints - there's very few because time has not been on my side (so stick that up your hosepipe Sir Mick!)
All prints were made on Foma 111 fibre and approximately Grade 4 - I've found it really needs that contrast boost as a paper.
It's also curlier than a bag full of Quavers . . and has literally taken over a month to straighten out - honest I took these to the Forum, took them out of their sleeves and I had what looked like curls of dried fish sitting on the table - any presence from the prints was utterly ruined by people going: "What the Feck??!!"



Ilford FP4,© Phil Rogers,Dundee,John Blakemore,Foma 111,Fomadon R09 1+75,




Ilford FP4,© Phil Rogers,Dundee,John Blakemore,Foma 111,Fomadon R09 1+75,




Ilford FP4,© Phil Rogers,Dundee,John Blakemore,Foma 111,Fomadon R09 1+75,




Ilford FP4,© Phil Rogers,Dundee,John Blakemore,Foma 111,Fomadon R09 1+75,




The pictures aren't much, but they're my Not Much.

And that is it for the moment . . normal service will be resumed shortly.
I've just spent two weeks painting what must be well over 200 square meters of wall and ceiling (and ELEVEN [!!] doorways) and am kerknackered, but strangely enthused to go and take photos again.
Be good and keep taking the tablets.
H xx

This piece was made with a lovely iMac from Neil - hi Neil, and a CD of Brian Eno's Discrete music - a piece of music which describes the descriptors perfectly. Both pieces of technology, granted, but really quite 'innocent' when one thinks of the changes that will be coming down the line in the next few years.



















Thursday, June 12, 2025

The Drought

Morning folks, I hope you are well - well despite my moanin' and a groanin' a wee while back, times have been extraordinarily productive recently. 

Spring into Summer saw me going out most weeks to take pictures of something (anything) and it has been fun. 

To that end I've had a ton of images to print and so I started having a massive thunk about printing, why I do it and what best to do with my favourite images and how to make a proper show of things.
So I started to ask myself the question of what to print stuff on. 
Now there's a question with as many questions as answers.
I was a fibre man for many years - college set me on that path - none of this RC, non-archival nonsense - NO! - selenium toning and dry mounting for yer best efforts was the way . . get 'em out on display, let people swoon at your genius . . . but what about the others? . . well, cough, perhaps that old print box to store all those grotty attempts on 8x10. 
Oh yes, easy peasy . . . 
But in reality it became not so.
No dry mounting press - try and find a good one . . . . 
Nobody to look at these things save me, my family and you lot . . . .
So consequently as time moved on, I began to acquire a MOUNTAIN of prints that are sitting about, smoking tabs, taking up loads of room and generally causing loads of trouble.


© Phil Rogers,Dundee,Black And White Printing,Ilford, Foma, Fotospeed, Darkroom,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Archival Storage,Secol Archival Sleeves,
Foma Variant 112

I don't know about you, but as you go on in life, you begin to wonder what on earth is going to happen to all this creative time and effort that you've put in over the years, and truth be told, it will end up in a bin somewhere.


Who's going to take care of it? It's a theme I have explored before, but having been surrounded by death in recent times, it has given the thought a certain piquance to say the least.

It's a huge responsibility - and I don't mean that in artistic terms, but more in the:

"Oh JEEEEZ, it's Dad's prints . . .What are we going to do with them? 
Have you got any space? 
Me neither. 
But we can't just throw them out can we? 
Well, actually, I thought he'd probably prefer it if we kept a few and burned the rest . . sort of like a Viking Burial, but fibre-based . . . "

Tough eh. Facing one's own mortality in the terms of:

"Have I ever actually produced anything of worth . . .?"

So, to that end, I started thinking why not build something that has enough gravitas behind it to make someone think twice. 
Why not go out in a blaze of glory and PRINT UP A STORM! 
Dammit, do not go quietly into the good night, rage rage against the dying of the light . . .

So thinking serious; archival and gravitas (with a capital G, natch) I went through all my options.
Oh boy, believe me, there aren't that many any more. 
But what about the stuff on Ebay? I hear you cry . . well, unless you want to take a risk on ancient and usually badly stored paper, fine . . but trust me it is usually a waste of time, being the result of dead people's darkroom clearouts. 
Battered, beyond ancient and usually ghastly and muddy, not to mention the sellers who show you the paper just to prove you're getting the real deal! 
Trust me on this - don't bother.

So NEW paper - please remember I am writing this in the UK - things might well be different in your territory, but looking at stock levels at the likes of Fotoimpex, I don't think I am far wrong:

Ilford - MGFB, MGRC, MGFB Warm, MGRC Warm, MGRC Cool, Portfolio. And I think that's it.

Kentmere - RC - all sorts of sizes and a nice paper though thinner than a sheet of Izal.

Fotospeed - as RC papers go it is definitely one of the nicer ones - a good weight last time I used it and a very nice emulsion too.

Bergger - Neutral (if you can find it buy it - too expensive to produce now [and that is straight from Bergger]); Bergger - Warm - it still seems to be around.

Adox - nothing over here and indeed getting to be nothing over there.

Rollei - ditto.

Foma - pretty much only the three FB papers in the UK - Warmtone 131 and 132; Variant 111 and 112; Retrobrom 151 and 152. There's no RC over here, and some really strange production line choices like "Pastel" over there.

So you're basically down to two manufacturers and that is it, and although Foma papers seem to be very well regarded and they're very nice papers actually, it's almost like we're at:

Universal Image Carrier Time.

So, if you're a serious darkroom worker, or even just a plain ol' hobbyist like me . . the winner is:

Ilford Multigrade.

Wow - who would have guessed it, for though it is a very fine product indeed with the highest standards of quality control and image quality . . don't you just hanker for a bit of choice?

For myself, after umming and awing about this that and the other . . very nearly jumping at Portfolio (simply because it is a very beautiful paper to use and the fact it dries dead flat lends it some gravitas [compared to most fibre prints which have more cockles than an East End seafood stall]) I've decided to standardise everything and print my 6x6 negatives at 6.75" in all directions on 10x8" MGFB and then sleeve them in Secol sleeves. 

You'll maybe notice I've only said 6x6 . . well I have kind of given up on 35mm, and LF is (these days) both a pain in the arse and extremely difficult for me to use, being as I am getting to be as blind as a bat in lowlight conditions.
To be honest, I've also got really fed up recently with prints of all different shapes and sizes from formats of all different shapes and sizes (from 35mm to 6x12 by way of the curious 25x106mm Russian pano format) and varying surfaces from dead matt through to full gloss.

I've also worked my way through hundreds of sheets of gifted, but well outdated, MGRC and generally, though learning, in image terms I think I've been completely wasting my time

As you get older time becomes both precious and vital - it's like spawning salmon (!) so it is about time I stopped wasting that time and did something solid. Something that can punch back and might, just might,  slip through THE INEVITABLE SKIP .


© Phil Rogers,Dundee,Black And White Printing,Ilford, Foma, Fotospeed, Darkroom,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Archival Storage,Secol Archival Sleeves,
Ilford Portfolio (Pearl)


OK - so I wrote that over a month ago.
In that time, I've thought a lot more.
And to that end, I have kind of thought, feck longevity - print it properly on Portfolio
Enjoy life whilst you can. 
It dries nicely and looks professional, plus the whole archival wash sequence isn't quite as vital. 

I know the more serious amongst you will be wringing your hands (though hopefully I won't get "Die, Die, Die" which Bruce at the Online Darkroom received as a comment when he wrote about iphone photography . . . )

Honest, I did persevere with fibre, and have tried drying to get stuff cockle-free, but such is the coldness and humidity of Scotland that it is nearly impossible without dry-mounting. 
I even dragged a HUGE ancient Photax flatbed drier home on the bus to try it out, and you know what - it was useless. 
I simply cannot dry a fibre print without the edge being wavy and to be honest, whilst Portfolio is RC it's got some weight to it and like I said dries really nicely. 
There's a rich glow of greys when it is printed in Pearl.
The final thing I will say about it, is, for some reason, it is SIGNIFICANTLY MORE EXPENSIVE than MGFB . . who would have thought it - I'd better get my kidneys up on Ebay . . . . 
It is also hard to find - very few places stock it.
If you've never used it, get a box of 6x4 and give it a shot - you might be pleasantly surprised.

So that's as it stands for the moment.
I am going to have a huge chuck out of 'work' prints and start working on exhibition prints. 
I might not exhibit them, but hopefully, the craft skills I put into them will add some weight to matters, so that when the inevitable occurs, someone isn't just going to roll their eyes and toss them.

And that's it - if you can add anything to this in terms of paper availability, feel free - same with drying fibre paper. I have literally tried most things, so you'd better come up with something good 😆

Take care, and remember:

"Pick your swoagles whilst you can, they don't stay fresh for long."

H xx





Tuesday, April 29, 2025

For A Brother

Morning folks - hope you are well.
Today's post if going to go all sombre and yet possibly uplifting on you.

It's funny how other people can touch one's life, and not just in the obvious ways like familiial stuff, the kindness of strangers etc etc etc.
No, it is more how things can percolate down the line, so that years later, the smallest thing can be seen to be significant in a way that you only partly understood at the time.

Back in the early 2000's, I was having a conversation on the telling-bone, with my brother - he lived a very long way away indeed in British terms and I lived here on the East coast of Scotia - anyway, during this conversation he said to me . . and this is a direct quote:

"You used to take a good photograph . . ."

And this alluded to (methinks) those dread Polaroid selfies that I wrote about a while back - he'd sort of liked them. We talked some more and he said it some more.
What?
He hadn't even seen any of my Blakemore-alike college landscapes, nor any of my ambitious (yet who gave a monkey's banana?) 'fine' prints, and yet, to him something had stuck and he said it.
And he encouraged me.

Och, I don't know what happened, but it was like a switch being switched on and I once again began to think photographically.

After I graduated (bleedin' years and years ago) I'd wanted to become a proper darkroom worker, but opportunity never smiled, and I gave up the idea in pursuit of becoming the next Jeff Beck. 
All monies were dedicated to the six string sling, and I forgot about my previous ambition for about 17 years. 
Certainly, I did have a camera (an Olympus MjU courtesy of my [soon to be] darling wife) but family life kicked along and that was purely used in the domain of holiday snaps. 

It never occurred to me to go out and seriously take photographs. 

I regret that - what a shame - this City underwent profound changes in those times and I missed it.
So what did I do - yep - I skipped some pension payments and bought myself (with the encouragement of my wife [thanks hon!]) a mid-60's Rollei T and never looked back.

Anyway, life moves on, time passes and eventually people shuffle off this mortal coil; such has recently been the case with my brother who finally succumbed to the dread Big C.
So this post is for him, because, if he hadn't said those words and kickstarted that way of thinking again for me, I probably would never have produced the pictures in this post.
Nor indeed probably any of the content on this blog going all the way back to 2012.
So thank you brother - you stimulated a creative nerve and re-introduced me to a form of self-expression which I still find ultimately satisfying.



© Phil Rogers,Dundee,Hasselblad SWC/M,Ilford SFX,Bergger Fibre Paper,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Darkroom,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing,
The Beyond



© Phil Rogers,Dundee,Hasselblad SWC/M,Ilford SFX,Bergger Fibre Paper,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Darkroom,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing,
Life Flows



These are scans off of real 'fine' prints made on Bergger fibre paper, by me, in my darkroom.
Apparently the Bergger paper is too expensive to manufacture for the moment . . . oh dear - I reckon it is another R.I.P. 

The pictures were taken with a Hasselblad Superwide, on ancient Ilford SFX.
I used a cheapo Kood R72 (equiv) filter and developed the film in Fomadon R09.

Do I have a big smug look on my face? 
You betcha - I could exhibit these were I so inclined, but above all else I find them enormously satisfying.

I forgot to say, that whilst I was taking these in a quiet gorge, with early morning light lifting the trees and setting them over the dense shadows, something remarkable (well remarkable to me) occurred.
A bat flew past me, gently whisked down to the burn, grabbed an insect and nonchalantly flew back past me. 
I've never seen a bat in daytime. 
It is apparently very highly unusual.
Old friend Canadian Bob always says: "Watch for the signs".
Hmmmmm.

Anyway, life goes on, and as a darkroom worker, despite being painted into a corner by lack of people printing and hence the range of traditional photographic papers diminishing rapidly, I still think the silver gelatin print is as valid a form of expression now as it ever was - I just wish more people did it.

And that's it - short but sweet.

But please do me a favour - listen to people. 
Listen to them properly - not just paying lip service and thinking about the next thing you're going to say.
And do me another favour whilst you're at it - encourage them. 
No matter how small or trite what they're doing is - maybe it is ambitious; maybe it is nothing more than scribbling a million Peppas away on a kitchen table or jotting something short (but beautiful) in a notebook. 
Please encourage them.
I think of all the things you can give to people, encouragement is probably the greatest. 
It makes a difference whether you know it or not.

Over and out and till next time - keep watching for the signs.
H xx

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

All At Sea

Greetings folks - today's post is titled both literally and metaphorically.

So let's deal with this 'ere schtuff: 

Photographically, since last October I have felt all at sea
It is a weird feeling - part despondancy; part carn't be arsed; part unenthusiastic and part just plain uninterested, and it is a horrible feeling. 

I've been blogging on this 'ere platform since 2012 and I have most of the time found something to say, but I dunno - it's like I've run out of words or something.

In Ursula LeGuin's fine book 'The Furthest Shore', Ged our erstwhile mage travels with a companion to the cities of the dead and finds them mute, both physically and aurally.
For life is all about noise and silence all combined, about laughter, tears, pleasure, pain, loss, regret and hope; but in the lands of the dead, he only finds people going about their business as they might have done whilst alive, but doing so in silence and under a darkened sky.
All life is gone, save the repetitious travails (in a way almost like the Zombie/Shopping Mall thing in Dawn Of The Dead).

When I was younger I found Ursula's description  of the land 'over the wall' both strange and frightening; but now having read it, gosh, ooooooodles of times, I find it to be the most profound description of the silence that accompanies death (as in a house becomes emptier; a once loved contact turns a corner and is gone) and also, indeed (metaphorically) the silencing of all artistic endeavour. 

When I put that and my feelings together in a good ol' early morning thunk, I felt silenced, and not in a good way, because in a good way you can fight it.

This mortal coil shuffles along. 
I am currently surrounded by cancer and age, befudelment and an over-reliance on all things technological.
The world seems intent upon chasing itself up its own backside and me with my little pictures? 
Well we seem pretty insignificant really

'Photography', this massive movement of people all a snappin' and a sharin', well it isn't my photography. 
Maybe it isn't yours either, but we can do little about it.

Pretty maudlin eh, but that is the way it has been, and it isn't uncommon! 

Anyway, to these ends, I felt a huge urge to escape and go to a place I only rediscovered about a year ago but have been back to many times since. 
It's a small ex-fishing port along the Angus coast that has the most wonderful derelict old harbour and weird stone formations. 
I've posted photos from there before.

I like it for its NOISE.

The waves can be truly wild there with a great wind whipping in off the North Sea. 
I don't think I've ever been there in 'benign' conditions, and certainly last week. though the sun was out, the wind was punishing and icy.
In other words, it was great!


© Phil Rogers,Hasselblad 40mm CF/FLE Distagon,Hasselblad 500 C/M,Hasselblad A16,Kodak TMax 100,Fomadon R09 1+75,



My mood in the drive out from Dundee was a weird one though.
I was listening to Richard and Linda Thompson's 'I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight' - it's an appropriately weird album - part English/Irish/American/Scots, with harmoniums and brass bands and Thompson's wonderful twangy playing and part longing for change and things that were.
 
For the first track there is this lyric:

Dirty people take what's mine, I can leave them all behind
They can never cross that line, When I get to the border
Sawbones standing at the door, Waiting till I hit the floor
He won't find me anymore, When I get to the border

Monday morning, Monday morning, Closing in on me
I'm packing up and I'm running away, To where nobody picks on me

If you see a box of pine. With a name that looks like mine
Just say I drowned in a barrel of wine
When I got to the border
When I got to the border

A one way ticket's in my hand, Heading for the chosen land
My troubles will all turn to sand, When I get to the border
Salty girl with yellow hair, Waiting in that rocking chair
And if I'm weary I won't care, When I get to the border

Monday morning, Monday morning
Closing in on me, I'm packing up, I'm running away
To where nobody picks on me

The dusty road will smell so sweet, Paved with gold beneath my feet
And I'll be dancing down the street
When I get to the border
When I get to the border



And I think the Thompson's border isn't a physical one, but a metaphorical one, because the lyric is sort of part 18th Century young man running away to sea; part the freedom of The Great American West; part dowdy Great Britain in the 1970's; part Willy Wonka's Golden Ticket.
The only way Thompson's 'singer' can truly escape is in his head and through drink and even death.
 
And the more I thought about that I realised that the freedom of thought that comes from drinking (or whatever) and a profound awareness of one's own end (not that end Simpkins!) is a fundamental part of human-being
Death and beyond is a means of escape - yet the border also appears to be hope.
What a dichotomy!

Sorry for getting all serious, but music runs through me like Blackpool (sic) runs through a stick of rock - I like to understand why musician's say the things they do. I also like to think it incredible that music can span the breadth of shite on a pavement, to the stars.
From the crass to the profound; from sheer annoyance to an uplift of the soul.

So driving and listening and reflecting on my own malaise, I realised that it was pointless feeling down about it. 
It's all going to end anyway, so why not enjoy it (after all, I'd had a couple of good photographic trips since it had started) - I just had to keep on going, but possibly, just possibly become more serious about my intent and the images I take.

In other words, I gave myself a bloody good talking to.

I'd packed the 500C/M with 40mm Distagon again with the PME prism fitted - honest, though bigger than a small fridge as a set-up, the PME makes an enormous difference to composing with the 40mm, and especially so where I was headed.
I also used the A16 back, feeling that would help me more with landscapey sort of stuff.
Film was Kodak TMX 100.

The cliffs of this haunt are weird in that they're composed of pebbles, both large and small, trapped in rock. 
Now when you start to think of it, pebbles generally start their lives as much larger pieces of rock, which get eroded and smoothed by time and water and weather and they're on their way to becoming grains of sand.
But at some point in their lives, in amongst all that erosion, these pebbles have become trapped and sedimented and layered into still more rock, until through the movements of the planet they've become exposed again and the erosion process continues over aeons.

It's a bit of an allegory about life when you think about it.
And my little expedition - well, it's a gnat's fart in the face of time.
 
Yet it was time that confronted me, both physically, in the cliffs and metaphorically, in the lyrics and in my exploration.

There's a small sea-cave drilled by tides through the arm of one of the cliffs - it's filled when the tide is in, and empty when it is out - no seaweed attaches itself because the current through it must be very strong - it's more land than sea, but it is all sea.
Take me back two or three thousand years and it was probably pretty much the same - fascinating and tight. 
Despite my modern 'gear' I reckon I'd be the same person.
Despite the trappings of modern life - all technology-based - at the end of the day, the feeling was forced down upon me in the dark, that really, all we need as humans, is food, company, shelter, warmth and love. 
It's pretty basic stuff.

(I think I might relish an old-style life - yeah, very hard, physically demanding, short, but somehow sweet - like Thompson's border.
But I love my life and I know I am incredibly lucky to have had the one I have, but I think, if the chips went down, I could live the way people lived for millenia and not really miss a beat.)

I looked around at the cave as I squeezed through, and worshipped as my ancestors would have done, and then I started taking photographs.

Low tide had been around 7.30AM and I as there for 9.30, but it was incredible how my usually care-free attitude was changed by the fact that I could easily be trapped on the wrong side of the cave - I had to photograph fast!

But what's that sound? 
Oh yes, it's the sound of the reels going as you use a biro to rewind that C90! 

Let me preface things . . on the way to the cave there is a small hut - which appears to be an artist's studio, though I have never seen it open - it is always chocca with condensation . . . hence the first photograph - I took three but that one somehow surmised my confused state.

Also AFTER I'd been through the cave (literally and metaphorically) I spent a good hour trying to make sense of the pier. 
The original harbour can still be seen in places - it is from the 1100's and it's there as foundings for latter structures the most recent of which is cement but cement that has been exposed for a huge amount of time. 
Also, surprise, surprise, the local pebbles have been widely used as an aggregate and so are taken from their release from the cliffs and entrapped once again in man-made cliffs . . .
It's all a tad cozmik isn't it.


© Phil Rogers,Hasselblad 40mm CF/FLE Distagon,Hasselblad 500 C/M,Hasselblad A16,Kodak TMax 100,Fomadon R09 1+75,



© Phil Rogers,Hasselblad 40mm CF/FLE Distagon,Hasselblad 500 C/M,Hasselblad A16,Kodak TMax 100,Fomadon R09 1+75,



© Phil Rogers,Hasselblad 40mm CF/FLE Distagon,Hasselblad 500 C/M,Hasselblad A16,Kodak TMax 100,Fomadon R09 1+75,



I've split the pictures into two sections - the ones above being my confused state and the even greater weirdness of pebbles released from their bounds of nature's time (the cliffs) only to be caught up again in man-made time (the harbour).

The pictures below are the cave itself - on the surface it is pretty dull and ordinary under the glare of bright sun, but inside light and time fade into one, pebbles drop and are caught on the next tide to become sand at some point in their future.
The ones still waiting to fall or be eroded by the sea form the face of a man - a man from time.
And the final picture, a denouement: rocks, pebbles, sand, time and the sea.

All moves on - including me.


© Phil Rogers,Hasselblad 40mm CF/FLE Distagon,Hasselblad 500 C/M,Hasselblad A16,Kodak TMax 100,Fomadon R09 1+75,



© Phil Rogers,Hasselblad 40mm CF/FLE Distagon,Hasselblad 500 C/M,Hasselblad A16,Kodak TMax 100,Fomadon R09 1+75,



© Phil Rogers,Hasselblad 40mm CF/FLE Distagon,Hasselblad 500 C/M,Hasselblad A16,Kodak TMax 100,Fomadon R09 1+75,



© Phil Rogers,Hasselblad 40mm CF/FLE Distagon,Hasselblad 500 C/M,Hasselblad A16,Kodak TMax 100,Fomadon R09 1+75,



They are all scans off the original prints which are made on very old Ilford MGRC - because it is so ancient I've had to up the Grade to 4 - you can see the age of the paper in the final print with the mild off grey of the sea - hey-ho - it has to be used up - they're also selenium toned - just lightly.
As usual all notes are written in 2B pencil on the back so if I want to do something 'proper' in the future (though given the cost of 9.5x12" fibre at the moment  - £90 for 50 sheets - it seems unlikely) I'll have a sort of ballpark.
Oh and the TMX was developed in Fomadon R09 at 1+75.

And that's it.
As my old Mum used to say frequently:

Hope springs eternal.

Spring is here, Summer is just around the corner and I am feeling a bit more enthused - I even found myself looking at gear this week . . so things must be getting better.

And on that note, take care, be good, and I shall just leave you with something the late Ken Dodd said:

"You know you're getting old, because one day you wake up and you've got a bald son."

Have a tattyhillarious time missus.
H xx






































Sunday, February 23, 2025

To Blakemore

Morning folks - a curious title again, so let me explain.

I was sorry to hear of the death of John Blakemore recently and it struck me as truly sad that he was never really recognised as one of the greats
But he was. 
That is as true as a day can be long.
With regard to the photographic representation of the British landscape people will talk about McCullin or Kenna or Godwin or even Ravilious till the cows come home, but John Blakemore? 
No, not so much. 
To me he was quintessentially the personification of British Landscape Photography - a ground-breaker and also grounding-force and I believe that anyone who calls themself a landscape photographer these days owes him a debt, whether they've heard of him or not.

As a young Sheephouse, he was the first photographer I really wanted to emulate.
This was especially the case when I got my hands on a Mamiya TLR, because I felt, truly (and at last, with Medium Format providing a size of negative I found awe-inspiring and satisfying) I could achieve something with photography more akin to what my eyes (and soul) made of the landscape and also what John told me could be done with film and paper.


© Phil Rogers,John Blakemore,Joseph McKenzie,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Foma,Kodak Tri-X,Fomadon R09 1+75,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing



Regular readers will know that I enmired myself in a certain place after the death of my father and it became a sanctuary of solace. 
There was nothing 'Chocolate Box', or 'The Grand View' there; it was somewhere far more mysterious and atmospheric; very much concerned with the passage of time and my deep sadness; the cycle of life and also the bounteous bounds of Mother Nature herself. 
John's photography made me feel that I could channel my feelings for that place into something tangible . . . and a whole lot more.
As a Graphic Design student, part of my degree show was set aside to photographs of the mystery of the land - it meant that much to me.

Whilst in latter years I never attempted to copy his style, there was a massive something of a hangover from those early years that engaged my perception and made me the photographer I am today, and I thank him for it. 
Lucky to have had two great photographers involved so deeply in one's life - Joseph McKenzie as tutor and mentor and Blakemore as inspiration.

“To be alone in the landscape was a release, a return to the pleasures and pursuits of my childhood which had been lost to me.” John Blakemore

"The Photography Department at Duncan of Jordanstone College Of Art, was the ruby in the pig's arsehole." Joseph McKenzie

Anyway, I recently returned to a place that I hadn't visited for nigh on 15 years.
I'd always longed to get back, but time, circumstances and finances had worked against me, so it was with great delight, that I said YES when my friend Neil from the Forum offered to take me there.

I was suitably equipped (bar one piece of essential equipment - more of that in a minute) with a Gitzo CF tripod and Kirk BH1, the 500C/M with a prism (not a WLF) and the 40mm Distagon. 
The missing equipment was a damn good walking pole to help me get down some impossibly steep and slippery banking, but maybe next time! 
Film was fresh Kodak Tri-X - I've been stockpiling, so it was nice to be able to use something current as it were.

The day though was ghastly, with a wan wind containing a right chill - add that to the water and sheer wet energy (and spray) forcing its way down the gorge and it made for very cold walking. 
The atmosphere though was absolutely wonderful, as was the company. 
Neil bought his digital Leica (the fat one - sorry - can't remember the number) and his 28mm Elmarit - his favourite combination - I suppose when you know how encumbered I was, there's a great deal of advantage to such a set-up. 
Light and unbulky being the main one. 
Also easy to put away if you're dealing with rough as feck ground and semi-dangerous footing.

I suppose the advantage of my set-up was that the tripod made for a good prop going downhill. 
The prism also made it so much easier to view the scene - for a start everything was the right way around and secondly, when working at low angles I was clearly able to see where the tripod legs were intruding into the scene - this has been a bit of a problem in the past as the Distagon is a f4 lens and combine that with Scottish weather and early mornings . . . well.

Anyway, this is all rather moving away from Blakemore and me - I think you can see his influence quite clearly in the following pictures - it wasn't a conscious decision, just stuff that caught my eye. 

"To make a final print is to establish the world of the image, linked to but different from the segment of reality depicted." John Blakemore

They're all printed on Fomabrom Variant fibre with the matt (112) surface - it is DEAD flat and I think somehow lends itself to the images. It also dries very well for a FB. 
I've not tried it in glossy, but in matt (and toned in selenium) it can look remarkably similar to the legendary Forte Polywarmtone, a paper I loved very much.
If you're a printer I have to say, buy some, you get tremendous satisfaction using it, just be aware of the extreme flatness of the image - the paper has not even a whiff of sheen.
Yes I could probably have produced the same thing on Hahnemuhle art paper for a tenth of the cost, but I didn't. 
They were processed in Bellini developer and double-fixed in some Bellini fix with a wee tweak in Selenium just to add some more ooomph to the lower D-Max of matt paper . . oh and on that front, you wouldn't think it, but they were all printed at Grade 4.
I have also had to tickle the black point and contrast in scanning, because the paper is incredibly hard to scan well - the way they look on screen is fairly close (but not quite) to how they look as physical prints.


© Phil Rogers,John Blakemore,Joseph McKenzie,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Foma,Kodak Tri-X,Fomadon R09 1+75,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing



© Phil Rogers,John Blakemore,Joseph McKenzie,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Foma,Kodak Tri-X,Fomadon R09 1+75,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing



© Phil Rogers,John Blakemore,Joseph McKenzie,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Foma,Kodak Tri-X,Fomadon R09 1+75,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing



© Phil Rogers,John Blakemore,Joseph McKenzie,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Foma,Kodak Tri-X,Fomadon R09 1+75,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing



© Phil Rogers,John Blakemore,Joseph McKenzie,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Foma,Kodak Tri-X,Fomadon R09 1+75,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing



© Phil Rogers,John Blakemore,Joseph McKenzie,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Foma,Kodak Tri-X,Fomadon R09 1+75,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing



© Phil Rogers,John Blakemore,Joseph McKenzie,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Foma,Kodak Tri-X,Fomadon R09 1+75,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing



© Phil Rogers,John Blakemore,Joseph McKenzie,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Foma,Kodak Tri-X,Fomadon R09 1+75,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing



© Phil Rogers,John Blakemore,Joseph McKenzie,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Foma,Kodak Tri-X,Fomadon R09 1+75,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing



© Phil Rogers,John Blakemore,Joseph McKenzie,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Foma,Kodak Tri-X,Fomadon R09 1+75,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing



© Phil Rogers,John Blakemore,Joseph McKenzie,Analog Photography,Analogue Photography,Foma,Kodak Tri-X,Fomadon R09 1+75,Black And White Printing,Monochrome Printing



What you are seeing in the sequence is how I exposed the roll of film, bar the first frame which I didn't have time to print! Not bad going though, considering. 
Oh and if you know where this is, please keep it under your hat - next thing we know it'll be groaning with Insta photo-shoots.

And that, as they say, is that. it's hard to say from blog to blog what is going to come out - sometimes I wheel out the same old guff and other times I surprise myself. 

What I do think though is that writing this blog gives me empetus to keep on creating and that in itself is a positive thing.
That and the inspiration from Mr. Blakemore - weird how something can live with you for decades until you put your finger on it. I have clearly been inspired!

So on that note, take care, be good and remember that rubber trousers are terrible for your skin.
H xx