Saturday, December 07, 2019

The Crunge

In which our hapless photographer discovers that the world is awash with other people!

Maybe some of you will get the title, but not necessarily so, anyway, to quote Robot Planet and The Crunge (on Houses Of The Holy, if you're interested):

Ah, excuse me
Oh, will ya excuse me
I'm just trying to find the bridge

Has anybody seen the bridge?

Please
Have you seen the bridge?
I ain't seen the bridge!
Where's that confounded bridge?

And yes, he's paraphrasing the mighty JB (James Brown) on "Sex Machine":

Bobby! Should I take 'em to the bridge? (Go ahead!)

Take 'em on to the bridge! (Take em to the bridge!)

Can I take 'em to the bridge? (Yeah!)

Take 'em to the bridge? (Go ahead!)
Hit me now!

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da


No James Browns' Were Hurt In The Making Of This Enlargement


The Above, But BIGGER


So how does that relate to anything you're even remotely interested?
I've no idea, but what I will say, is that although the bridge was there, trying to get a point where I could photograph uninterrupted (oh how fecking selfish of me!) was damn nigh impossible . . .

Well, not damn nigh impossible, just not fun, but more of that in a minute, because before I get there, how's this for an incendiary statement.

"Liking" anything on any Social Media or 'Review' website (like Trip Advisor) means you'll never be able to enjoy it again.

To paraphrase (seeing as we're fond of that this morning) Heraclitus (again, I've done it before in FB):

No tourist can Like the same place twice, for it will NEVER be the same place again and they'll be unable to push through the hordes.

Or, more scholarly examples (© Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy):

"The established scholarly method is to try to verify Plato’s interpretation by looking at Heraclitus’ own words, if possible. There are three alleged “river fragments”:

B12. potamoisi toisin autoisin embainousin hetera kai hetera hudata epirrei.
On those stepping into rivers staying the same other and other waters flow. (Cleanthes from Arius Didymus from Eusebius) 


B49a. potamois tois autois … 
Into the same rivers we step and do not step, we are and are not. (Heraclitus Homericus) 

B91[a]. potamôi … tôi autôi …
It is not possible to step twice into the same river according to Heraclitus, or to come into contact twice with a mortal being in the same state. (Plutarch)"


See what I mean - he got it right!

Oh yes, it's quite a statement, and loosely runs alongside the modern paraphrasing lines of:

"Ah, I remember the days when you could go to (Place X or wherever) and not meet a soul. But look at it now!"

Y'see, like a lumbering behemoth, if you see somewhere beautiful looking online (take for example The Fairy Pools, on the Isle Of Skye, that being a neat and incredible example) - maybe it's been "Liked" or Reviewed - you can guarantee that there will be at least 15 coaches, 75 cars, 2 million dogs, 15 push chairs with squaling tots and a thousand shades of velcro and solid outdoor gear tramping over every square inch in the queue in front of you.

Gone are the days when such places were visited by manageable hordes. OK, a horde is a horde and let's face it, pilgrimages and visiting have been going on since Ug told Ugh about a Mammoth Graveyard over in the next valley.
It's part of your makeup to want to go and see and experience something new . . or at least it should be.

But nowadays, like most everything else, it's become over-subscribed. Global tourism is a massive thing - fer feck's sake I even see tourists taking selfies outside Dundee's wonderful City Centre pubs!
I wonder if they're all Jackie Leven fans?
He wrote a song called The Bars Of Dundee . . apparently after being taken in like a waif and stray by the city centre regulars.
This being said, my down-to-earth missus says people take selfies everywhere and at all times and she's right.

Anyway, I digress as usual . . crowds everywhere, yes, and along with the hordes, something new - well I say new, but in reality it's been going on for 10 years, but seems to be getting worser.
Know what it is yet?
Well, as far as I can see, it's a need to validate your life.
You, yes that's YOU, have to PROVE that you're ALIVE
You prove it by photographing yourself and documenting every single little thing and posting it online.
And why?
Well, it proves to others that you are learned, wordly-wise and not afraid of taking a few chances:

Phwah, we nearly missed that Audi in that car park didn't we? 
Phwah, yeah, that was a close one. 

It says that you have been places and are going places, because in going places, one says, I have x-expendable moolah to expend on what I like.
I am interesting!
I will expand my brain and go somewhere and other people will find me interesting too!

Y'know, in the Vatican Museum, I saw a bloke who would, at other times possibly be considered mentally ill - he was basically photographing every single thing, from his family, to coving on ceilings, to objects, to fire extinguishers, to well . . you get the idea . . everything.

Even I, as someone who enjoys taking a snap or two, was non-plussed. Was there any point? Did he really think he'd forget things?
Well he probably would, but I can't quite imagine, ten years down the line, him saying to his partner:

"Remember this cracking bit of coving in the Vatican?"

And I can't understand that, I really can't.
But it has become the norm.

The uptake of travel is part and parcel of modern life.
It's enjoyable, mind-blowing, tiring, wonderful, ecstatic, life-enhancing . . so what right have I to pontificate about anything?
Well, I think what my comment is really about is that, in today's world, it is completely and utterly overblown.
The assault is relentless and at all times of year too.

Bruce (of The Online Darkroom . . yes he IS still alive) reckons that he'd like to do the North Coast 500 (NC 500) in Winter when it is quieter, but then again Bruce, so do a billion other people - everyone weighs it up:

"What d'y reckon .  . Winter? It'll be quieter then." 
"Yeah, that sounds good to me"

And the next thing you know is that you're stuck behind 30 cars, who are also stuck behind a jackknifed coach on a single track A-Road in a Scottish Highland Winter!
There's simply no let up.

And how does this relate then you old twat? 
C'mon then, we're bored rigid!

OK, so there we were, me and t'missus, with a day off and no rain predicted . . so we thought we'd go somewhere we hadn't been in about 15 years . . The Hermitage at Dunkeld. 
Oh dang - there goes the parking . . . .

It's a woodland walk past some of the tallest trees in the country, along the River Braan, with a nice 18th century folly perched over a spectacular gorge. 
It's a hell of a beautiful place
Nature owns it and impresses with her power and peace.

The times we'd been in the past, there were other people, but to be frank, not many, and so we thought, a nice Tuesday morning at the arse end of October, it'll be deserted(ish), job's a good'un.
How wrong we were







Film #66/61

29/10/19 - The Hermitage

Delta 400 - EI 200

1./ 1/60th f8 ZIII - Ali
2./ 1/30th f8 ZIII - Bridge
3./ 1/30th f8 ZIII - Bridge
4./ 1/30th f8 ZIII - Viewpoint Under Bridge
5./ 1/30th f8 ZIII - Bridge/Vegetation
6./ 1/8th f8 ZIII - Bridge
7./ 1/30th f4.5 ZIII - Selfies
8./ 1/15th f8 ZIII - Ali
9./ 1/8th f5.6 ZIII - Ossian's Hall
10./ ? - Possibly Same As The Last One
11./ 1/2 Sec f4.5 ZIII - Ossian's Hall
12./ 1/15th f8 ZIII - Viewpoint

Hasselblad SWC/M - took the TTT and cable release, but never used them - the world's most sophiticated point and shoot!
PHD - new 22℃  - usual to 15mins - stand to 17 mins. Just about perfect - great tonal qualities.


Where I expected to be able to photograph quietly and in an un-stressed and un-bothered way, I was jostled, followed, stared at and generally put off. It was lovely, but also terrible. The place was wonderful, but just too many people. Maybe I should go at dusk on a January's evening . . .

Anyway, the film above was executed in double-quick time - you can tell can't you.

This being said, strangely I think the SW would make a good reportage camera, albeit a bit big, simply because you can get it really super-close with no distortion . . .  but that's another story.



One (More) Man And His Dog


This bloke and his dog just wouldn't move - he was there well before we got there (you could see him on the approach) and he was there after we'd left. In other words he gave photographers a bad name by hanging around like a fart in a lift, but that's the digital democracy - it's made all those mad, impressive, cliched smoky water pics easy as piss to take by anyone with a camera and a tripod. 
They were easy before too tbh, but not many people had seem them outwith the work of Wynn Bullock and John Blakemore . . .


Man With Dog Becomes A Nuisance


He's still there!
This was a small mob of dog walkers - all those yappers were flying about, nipping heels and crapping everywhere - well, I exagerate - they were mostly well behaved, but there weren't half a lot of them, along with shouts of:
"King, c'mere" 
"Fido, wtf are you doing you stupid dog?" 
etc etc.


S'cuse Me Mate, Is That Your Dog?


Yep, STILL THERE and hogging the whole of the balcony - hope he got something interesting to look at.


Is This Far Enough Away?


This gives you an idea of the sheer difficulty of using a SW - see my arm in the centre of the photo? I was holding the camera! My intention was to get just half faces filling the edge of the frame, but nope - you'd probably need to have it about 6 inches from your face for that and even then . . . 
The out of focusness of me and t'missus was deliberate - I was thinking fun a la Lee Friedlander.


Where's Me Reindeer?


I rather like this one - it's not scanned well,  but the light on the print is really lovely. The whole gorge was in shadow apart from a wee bit of sun shining through. My missus looks like she's just emerged from a Laavu (no, not a Lavi - a Laavu is a Finnish shelter).
I had no idea she looked so Scandinavian before.


Hanging Around Like A Fart In A Lift


AND HE IS STILL THERE. You can see him. Might be a bit difficult but I suppose that's the problem with using a super wide lens for landscape - everyfink is a loong way away.
Check the chumps on the bridge - bloody millions of them.


But Closer


I had to do a wee sectional enlargement just so you could see. 
This was WAVE 3!


Where's That Confounded Bridge?


I've taken a better picture from this viewpoint before, using a 6x9 Agfa box camera and Ilford SFX  (those were the days when you didn't need to sell your body-parts to buy it!).
Anyway, no sooner had I emerged from the undergrowth (you need to scout through some wild stuff to get to it) than some fecking uncouth twat with a digicam and 300,000,000mm lens, pushed past me with his partner in crime, saying 
"LOOOK!" 
Honest, it was enough to make me spit.

But that's just me.

Anyway, that's it - all of the above were scanned off of Ilford MGRC, Grade 3 - easy to print as always from Pyrocat negatives. The film was some nearly out of date Delta 400 - possibly the last time I'll use it - I love it, but HP5 is cheaper.

And that brings this to an end - I'll maybe have another yearly round-up to publish at the end of the month and that's another year under the bridge - amazing where it all went!

Till then, take care, and remember to help someone this season - you never know when they might help you.

Wednesday, November 06, 2019

Fun With Rocks And Mist (Again)

Well, what can I say apart from "the title tells all".
Two things I have learned from this exercise:

Don't trust BBC weather

and

Although the MWIS (Mountain Weather Information Service) forecasts are utterly superb, use your brain and eyes first.

Y'see there I was, all armed and ready to go:

" . . . maybe I'll be able to do Driesh AND Mayar all on the same hike - the low cloud looks like it will lift. BBC says none, MWIS says scattered and lifting. Let's DO IT!"

So I got my jaw-line all bristly and cragged-up and hit the path.
The path being The Kilbo - a really ancient path linking two glens, Doll and Prosen. 
It's really steep, but is the quckest way I know of being able to climb not one, but two Munros in relative ease.
I've been up there many times and in all weathers - the worst being with a massive haul of Sinar and all associated gear (an extra two and a half stone [including boots] which nearly ended me) the best was being able to climb both and skip home unscathed - mind that was a long time ago and all I was carrying was my Rollei T and The Screamin' Chimp (a Hakuba tripod with dodgy leg-locks . . it screamed like a chimp every time I operated it, hence the name).

Things, however, had changed; whereas before the entirety of the 'lower' path was forested (and also I might add very gloomy and not a bit scary at 6am of a Winter's morn . . you could feel the ghosts coming out of the woods to gloat . . .) - recent forestry work has denuded 90% of it.
I've no idea why they've left a large chunk at the top near the upper glen before the path starts to climb in earnest, but they have.
Anyway, this devastation evoked a real visceral reaction in me.
On one hand it was quite amazing to see the new vistas that had been revealed and on the other it was easy to be utterly appalled at the mess left behind by modern forestry.
To be fair to the Commission and the hard working guys and gals, it ain't an easy job, and I think what I reacted to was the bleached bones of tree stumps that were everywhere.
Everything looked different.



Dead Boulder


Anyway, before we get to the photographic meat and potatoes, just to guide your way from the comfort of wherever you're sitting, here's some vidjos (as they say in Glasgow) - they basically sum up the whole thing in 4 short snippets.
Please excuse me if my fizog breaks your device though - jings I look more like my Mum (with a beard) by the day . . . though to be honest that does a terrible disservice to my Mum who was smiley and beautiful - certainly nothing at all like the dishevelled tramp you see before you . . . .



On The Way Up



Further On The Way Up



UP!



Down


Oh go on then - here's a bonus vid for budding photographers - kind of a strange thing for someone to spend probably a fair amount of money on, don't you think? It looks kind of weird and incongrous in the landscape.

But it is an interesting project (and quite a good one I suppose - wish I had thought of it) you can read about it on this link:

 https://cairngorms.co.uk/photo-posts/

Thing is though, far be it for me to state it, but the road into the Doll could really do with some money spent on it . . . .




Super Bonus Vidjo
Rock Bottom


I do sometimes wonder about official bodies and their thinking though - I suppose they know better than us general public bods though - anything that engages some interest is a good thing I suppose, though tbh, Geograph (click on the green Geograph  . . . it's a link!) has been doing a similar and more thorough thing for years and years.

Oh, and NO, I didn't put the SW on it . . though this could be a project for that camera . . . 

Anyway, as usual I digress - on with the film.

What do you mean you can't be bothered looking at ANOTHER Contact Print?
OK, fair enough, leave your name and address at the door . . I'll be in contact later on.




FILM # 66/60
24/9/19
FP4 EI 50-ish

I only took the leica TTT!

1./ 1/8th f11 ZIII Boulder TT
2./ 1/15th f8 ZIII Boulder TT
3./ 1/15th f16 ZIII Hand Rest
4./ 1/15th f16 ZIII Rocks
5./ 1/2 f5,6 ZIII Gate Tree Rest
6./ 1/8th f8 ZIII Boulder
7./ 1/15th f11 ZIII Stump
8./ 1/30th f8 ZIII Boulder
9./ 1/30th f8 ZIII Boulder
10./ 1/30th f8 ZIII Boulder
11./ 1/15th f11 ZIII Boulder
12./ 1/30th f16 ZIII Boulder

All processed as usual in PHD, agitation to 14 mins, stand to 17 mins - it tamed the overexposure a bit.

I was travelling really light this time - a newly acquired Savotta rucksack - light but robust - inside it I had a Lowepro snooty massive telephoto/SLR case, which actually fits a Hasselblad 500C/M and 150mm Sonnar quite nicely. I was carrying the SWC/M though and that was as snug as a bug in a rug.
Tripod?
Pah,! nope.
I had the Leitz Table Top and Leitz ballhead.
As I've said before, it is surprisingly capable and adaptable, as well as weighing next to nothing.
I've also adopted the OpTech Pro Strap system for MF stuff. Why? Fully modular and very very comfortable to carry


Savotta Jakaari S Rucksack+Savotta SA-MPP Pouches
+ Tasmanian Tiger Pouch + Lowepro Toploader 70AW
+ Leitz TTT + Leki Wanderfreund Walking Stick.
Nice and Light even with 2 litres of water!



Hasselblad SWC/M + Leitz TTT In Action


This was about the lightest MF format kit I could assemble and I was looking forward to using it. It did seem a little weird taking a super-wide lens into the wilds, because everything is so far away, but it doesn't hurt to try and rethink things photographically every now and then - in fact, it's probably good for you.


Self Portrait With Knees And Mist (at 834 meters)
Coo, look at that bromide drag on the right!



At the height of 834 meters (2736.22 feet) I kept thinking the mist would lift, after all that was what had been predicted . . but did it? 
Certainly not. 
I sat for 45 minutes with my fingers crossed.
It was getting really cold too - mist can be like that.
In fact it was baltic, so faced with taking pictures of a wall of grey and getting a very soggy bum from sitting on a mix of grass and boulder, I took out the camera, had a butchers and took a very grey pic. 
Probably bang on a Zone V wouldn't you say?
Those are my knees btw - they're not stunt doubles. 
They're my boots too.
Anyway, after this I moved on a bit, watched two Mountain Bikists appear, chew up the ground and zoom off into a wall of grey, ate some food, shrugged my shoulders. Thought I should at least go to Mayar following the fenceline . . what was the worse that could happen? . . then thought that the whole reason I was here really was to take photos and there was little point if all there was, was dense mist.
I was getting a tad disgruntled, so I thought I'd be better spending my time taking photos back down in the forestry; in the interests of my sanity I turned tail and headed back down.

As I emerged from the mist, I could see beautiful, cloud-free peaks over by Bachnagairn and The Capel and then, two thirds of the way down (and quite a descent) the sun came out and the mist cleared completely . . them's the breaks with hills.

The air was bluer than this typeface . . . .

I looked back to where I'd been and it was lit by sunshine. So I chatted to someone coming up the way (hello chap my age from Montrose!) shrugged my shoulders and set my mind to taking pictures.

Hell Yeah!
YEHAAAAA!!
Photos.
Black And White Ones.
WAHOOOOOOO!
Locked And Loaded.
Gripped, Sorted . . .
 . . . Let's Off-Road

(Apologies to Action film and Fast Show fans for that last outburst . . . )


Exposed Boulder Pile Or Stone Tortoises . . . You Decide



So, on the way down, I encountered some weird rocks - they actually looked weirder than when I'd encountered them on the way up.
Magnificent aren't they!
I was so taken with their faces that I found it hard to concentrate on anything else.
This was my favourite shot of them - they look alive and lumbering.

If you've read FB long enough, you'll recognise the following . . or maybe you won't . .  anyway, this was taken with the Sinar and humble 90mm Angulon - the old press variety, not the super-duper Super Angulon.

The Sinar you say?
How weirdly synchronous . .
Yes, the last time I was photographically defeated by mist as well actually . . . some call it happenstance.

Anyway, back to the humble Angulon - its tonality is exceptionally good for such a cheap lens - I think it is the single coating tbh.


Same Pile From A Different Angle And A Different Camera And A Different Year


It is the same pile as the Tortoises, but obviously from above, rather than below - just look at the gradient of that slope!
I actually think that these might well have been placed in ancient times as a marker rather than being a willy-nilly dump from a Glacier - there's something about them that doesn't look natural.
Being just below the modern tree line, it is quite conceivable they could have marked the track even in the midst of ancient Pine; they're distinctive enough for a second look . . and under snow . . well, I think they'd keep you right.
This being said, glaciers don't half do some funny things to the landscape -there's some truly excellent descriptions and examples in this book published by the SMC:

https://www.smc.org.uk/publications/other/hostile-habitats

OK - £20 seems like a lot for a book, but it is a solid hardback, designed for years of reading - all my SMC books are like that.

Anyway, back to the 'tortoises' - it's sad to see that the forestry work has bumped the stones a bit and we've had a couple of falls and splits - I suppose it is inevitable with such large and powerful machinery.
But anyway, the stones are now awake and ready for the next 20,000 years!

That is, as long as people don't keep using them as a Fecal Evacuation Area . . UGH!

Oh yes, you can see it at frame 11 on the contact (not quite sure why I took a picture of it actually) - the remnants of toilet paper and possibly something else. I suppose if you have to go, you have to go, but personally I'd have been rather happy if one of the 'Tortoises' had moved at the critical moment . . . that would have been funny.

If it keeps on happening they're going to up sticks and move.

If you're a human and you really need in the great outdoors, make like a dog, bag it and bin it, and if you don't fancy binning it, chuck it in your neighbours garden. Failing that, make like a cat, get a stick from some of the devastated forestry work, dig a hole, fill it and cover it over.
Sheesh.
Some people.

If you're some Futurenaut reading this in a distant future when the messy ones have gone, remember to empty your waste at an official waste disposal station . . . I know, I've been telling them for years.


Dead Boulder


I took this further up the path on my way down - it was gloomy but the light was beautiful and (hold on, pretentious photographic description) quiet.

Actually, I really like this - somehow I've achieved something I have been after for a long time - WBT . . . Wynn Bullock Tonality!

If you're unfamiliar with the great man, please do spend some time looking at his photographs - they're often very beautiful and for me, of all the "Masters", his tonality really sings.

The stuff that looks like clover in the foreground, btw, is wood sorrel.
I scrumped a handful of it - it's refreshingly lemony in flavour and a real balm to the weary traveller. I also have it in my garden and often munch a bit when tidying stuff up - nature's bounty and all that - talking of which my entire garden has received a wild seeding of Curly Kale this year . . no idea where it came from, but I'm keeping it going till it seeds in the Spring, and then I can wild Kale the whole neighbourhood!



Kissing Gate (From A Dream With No Fences)


This was even further back up the path than the last one.
I was braced against a VERY POINTY tree - I couldn't be bothered taking my rucksack off (again) and fixing the TTT on, so I just braced, exhaled and prayed for around a half a second. 
It was really gloomy - I've printed it lighter just 'cos it looks better and you know what, nothing is supremely sharp because of very slight shake, however it has captured an atmosphere I find most pleasing. 
And yes, the deer fence has gone, as has the swinging gate bit, so it's like an archaeological find . . . well, it is to my mind.

The Biogon has rendered the really really out of focus bits beautifully - they're light and fluffy, not lumpy and clumpy and to my eye it has a certain pictorial quality whch is making me think in different ways of using the SW.

Anyway, these were all scans (800dpi) off of physical prints and you know, I think I have finally realised why prints simply don't look that great online . . . you're missing the surface of a real, hold-it-in-your-hand-and-cover-it-with-sausage-grease print!
The gloss (I nearly always print on glossy paper) imparts a lift and a certain 3-D aspect that scanning all but removes.
Maybe there's an app somewhere that can impart fingerprints and a "hold it there, no not there, it's gone all glarey, that's better, hold it" feel to all scans - if there isn't, there y'go, that's your next 100 million dollars . . .

And that as they say, is that. 
Hope you've enjoyed it, and bless you for reading - I rather like all this intensive detailing as it sharpens the memory and is more detailed than my notebooks. 
I've actually started saving Fogblog as PDFs . . just in case. 

If the whim so takes you, please feel free yourself.

I think I am going to have to remove the Ralph Gibson Experiment ones and put them as a separate link - goodness knows how they became so popular . . . seems everyone wants to be Little Ralph 👀

Now, where did I put that Paxo? 
The sprouts are on already and I've got a turkey to stuff. 
Christmas Day is approximately 7 weeks away . . wonder if they'll be done by then?

This Brassic FB endpiece is dedicated to long-time FB reader Julian . . or Mister Sprout as he might be known in an alternate Universe.


Monday, October 14, 2019

First Foot (Bring Yer Wellies)

Well, there I was again with time on my hands all early of an incredibly windy, atmospherically-void Summer's morn and a desperation to get out with a camera. 
So what did I do?
Yep - I plopped m'laddo at his work and drove off post-haste to somewhere I'd vowed to try and photograph before - the footings of the Tay Rail Bridge.



Remnants Of Original Rail Bridge

If you are really interested as to why there are two lots of footings, the disaster is writ long and well explained here:


it is well worth reading, if only to find out that its echoes mean that (all bar a few circumstances) bridges are better designed these days.

So there I was - the tide was relatively low, and I was itching to go. 
Drove over the water, parked up, got set . . the excitement was mounting - Oh yes:

Hasselblad SWC/M ✔
Film ✔
Light Meter ✔
Wellies ✔
Notebook ✔
Trekking Pole (for assisting climb over seaweed and sewage slick rocks) ✔
Tripod ✔
Handwash Gel (for any ghastliness picked up on hands etc) ✔
Hasselblad QR plate 

Note to self - always make sure your Hasselblad QR platform is actually attached to your Arca Ballhead BEFORE you go somewhere . . .

I only went and forgot to pack the QR plate didn't I - if you've got an Arca ballhead, you'll know that it only operates with Arca style QR plates . . mine is attached to a very old Hasselblad QR system - it was a lot cheaper than buying a few plates, believe you me.
Anyway, forgot it - it was a moment of looking at the tripod, looking at the Gitzo carry case, looking at the tripod, looking at the case et al . . .

Och well I thought to myself - we'll have to be as handheld/tripod with no attachment point as we can be  . . and that wasn't too easy as it was blowing a gale.
Still I did manage to extract something, albeit not exactly at the apertures I was requiring . . but them's the breaks.
Please excuse the over-exposedness of these - since my two heavily underexposed films earlier on in the season I've been a bit paranoid about such things and have rather over-compensated just to be sure
It is a bad move though - some of those really dense negs are torture to print through - I must achieve a better balance methinks.




Film #66/59
17/8/19

FP4 EI 50 (! just in case)

1./ 1/2 f16 ZIV shadows tripod rest
2./ 1/2 f16 ZIV shadows tripod rest
3./ 1/8 f8 Z III Pear tripod rest
4./ 1/8 f8 Z III tripod rest
5./ 1/4 f11 Z III tripod rest
6./ 1/15 f8 Z III hand-held
7./ 1/15 f11 Z III hand-held
8./ 1/30 f11 Z III hand-held
9./ 1 sec f22 Z III tripod rest
10./ 1/30 f16 Z III hand-held
11./ 1/30 f8 Z III hand-held
12./ 1/125 f11 Z III hand-held

All difficult - wind buffeting no tripod plate so rested!
Mostly cable release, though some it was just easier with a finger!

PHD new 22 C - usual to 15 mins, stand to 17.
Great (if a little overexposed) results.


Where it says "tripod rest" it means I've just rested the Hasselblad on top of the Arca head without actually attaching it and tried not to move the camera - all things considered it was better than expected.
"Hand-held" means just that; no tripod was used.


'New' Rail Bridge Footings Seen From Slipway



Recent Graffitti On 'New' Bridge



Footings Of Both Bridges At Low Tide



Remnants Of Original Rail Bridge


And whilst that all looks lovely and relatively clean, what it hasn't got across was the hefty wind which was pushing me everywhere, nor the omnipresent slick layer of sewage strewn around the place - not that it stinks, but it certainly does make you go Gargh!

Anyway, that's the results - I actually intend to go back with the 5x4" as I feel that will do it justice - certainly being able to manipulate the verticals and the wider spread of everything should (hopefully) work. I've actually wondered about a 6x9 or 6x12 back for the Wista - that might well be the way to go for stuff like this - not that I am an architectural photographer or anything, but I do enjoy photographing large man-made structures - it's fun and usually a challenge.

The prints by the way were very quick and nasty jobbies on Ilford MGRC - I didn't have much time, but wanted to get something down before the urge passed me completely.

So that's it. If you are tempted to photograph it yourself, be my guest, just don't blame me if you come down with Hep-C or Dehli Belly - you really don't know what's in the water these days.

Take care and watch out for that sewage-slick roc . . . . !
See, I told you - now how are you going to explain to your Mum why you've got a massive shite-splat down the back of your shirt . . . ?

Thursday, September 12, 2019

Tunnel Vision

Well folks, a mercifully short one today!

Y'know, there I was farting around with digital colour stuff recently, and I would enthusiastically go out and make a few photos and come home and view them on screen and they looked nice and that was that.
None of them have ever been printed.
Same with holiday things too - see my recent posts about holiday cameras for all the boring detail . . .
You know, since acquiring a 'digital holiday compact' about 11 years ago we've only printed ONE set of photos whereas when we used to send the film off, despite the groans, we always had something to file away!

Anyway at the same time I was thinking about upgrading digitally, I was also reading a book by William Boyd called 'Sweet Caress', whose main character, Amory Clay, is a female photographer (! I know, who'd a thunk it !) . . and there was one bit in it, that hit me like an ice-pick between the eyebrows . . 
She said (semi-retired and photographing her growing family) that when colour processing and colour film started to become more readily available and cheaper to use, she couldn't see things in colour, only black and white.

"Amongst the few pictures I did take some were in colour - Kodachrome slides, expensive but becoming the norm. However even as I could see my pictures reflected the world as it was I somehow wanted the world as it wasn't - in monochrome. That was my medium, I knew, and in fact I came to feel it so strongly I wondered if, as the world turned to colour photography, something vital was being lost. The black and white image was, in some essential way, photography's defining feature - that was where its power lay and colour diminished its artfulness: paradoxically, monochrome - because it was so evidently unnatural - was what made a photograph work best.
  I would carefully rewrap my cameras    - my Leica, my Rollei, my Voigtlander - and place them back on their shelf in the cupboard and, as I locked the door on them, I wondered if I'd ever be a proper photographer again."

© William Boyd, Sweet Caress, Pub. Bloomsbury, 2015

And like a seagull coming down and crapping all over your bag of chips, there it was . . ME DEFINED.

I am a monochrome photographer.

Suddenly the fartiness and cobwebs blew away and I thought, what on earth was the point in chasing a digital dream in colour, when I only, trulydream like early Ai - they were making them back in the 1960's y'know - that is comprehensively and completely in BLACK AND WHITE.

Boyd (not a photographer, though he'll often jemmie in a Leica or Nikon into his books) has somehow managed to nail something so firmly and perfectly that I (as someone who takes a fair number of photographs) has had to stand back and think.

Thank you William.

I've enjoyed the majority of his writing over the years since discovering Armadillo back in the 1990's,  but since Lorimer Black (of Armadillo fame) I've never empathised with a character of his like I did with Amory Clay - even though we are of different sexes (well, we were last time I looked) . .

It's funny recommending books - does anyone actually read any more???

All I can say, is if you don't mind a bit of swearing and sauciness, and enjoy the living of other lives that good writing can bring, give it a shot.



Chinese Gentleman Plays Tale Of Tale's Game "The Graveyard"
V&A Dundee, June 2019
Leica M2, 35mm f3.5 Summaron, Ilford FP4+

The above was shot on FP4 at f3.5 on the Leica. I think I was braced against a wall - exposure was about a half a second. It was pretty much dark darkness, and I thought:

Bollocks, I'll have a go with the Summaron wide open and see what comes out. 

It was one of those Noctilux moments with not a £3000+ piece of glass in sight!

There's a lovely quality to the f3.5 Summaron that isn't as contrasty as the f2.8 version - it somehow lets light breath.

It was processed in my new mix of Pyrocat from Wet Plate Supplies. I am standardising down a few minutes from my usual, so now I agitate everything to 14 mins (Constant first 30 secs, then 4 gentle inversions every minute) then let it stand to 17 mins. Seems to work fine.

It was printed on some really really old Kentmere fibre - I'll tell you how old it is, it was made in Cumbria before Ilford took them over!
The paper is fine and still fast and gives super blacks - the print will outlast me and somewhere down the road if it doesn't get skipped someone will wonder what on earth was going on in 2019 (I always write printing details and dates on the back of my prints in 2B pencil).

Were I of a different bent I'd have said:

"Well the camera was stopping me taking the picture because it thought I was wrong, but I hunted through a few menus and managed to over-ride it. What you are seeing is a RAW file on a screen. The bloody lens was hunting all over the place though and the Chinese man, concentrating on leading the old lady around the graveyard, started to get really annoyed when my focus assist light kept going off."

And where's the charm in that?

Anyway, trousers firmly nailed to the flagpole.
Never say die.
Black and White tattooed on my bum.
That's me.







Thursday, August 29, 2019

Pastures Unknown

A weird title today and no wonder - I have gone where few humans have trod . . .well, at least that was how it seemed to me . . .

It isn't often one goes somewhere and can put hand on heart and say that as far as you can see, few (if any) people have ever been there, and probably not in recent years/decades.

OK - that's quite a blanket statement, but after many years of country sitting, watching, walking, reading signs and so on I can pretty much be clear in my head and say that was the case. Call it experience, or my inner Injun Joe** coming out, because y'see, the thing with people is they leave stuff.
**  (I was never a cowboy)

It might not be obvious, but the markers are there all the same: from heavily gouged Vibram paths, to the remnants of stupidly placed camp fires and hacked lumber; depressed tyre tracks across wet moor; footprints in mud; broken vegetation; stones tumbled from ancient resting places. Basically all sorts of stuff equivalent to a herd of elephants blundering through a place.


Another Lost Burn
Glen Doll
April 2019


Anyway, the place, Sheepy, worraboottheplacemon?

Well, yes, it's somewhere I've meant to visit, and indeed tried to visit, for a very long time.
Back in 1959 it was the scene of a terrible disaster for a party of walkers caught in a great storm. It was so awful that to this day there's a shelter place dedicated to the safety of other walkers who might find themselves in similar situations. 

If you can find a copy, The Black Cloud, by Ian Thompson details it in full.

Where I was, was near to that, but separated by nigh on 600 feet of sheer rocky appalingness, down which a few of them fell, and indeed, for the disaster happening on New Year's Day, it wasn't until the end of May that the last body was found - that gives you an idea of just how remote and inaccessible the place is (and more so in the Winter).

What would I find when I got there - that was a thought that had always intrigued me. It wasn't morbidity or ambulance chasing or anything, but I thought I'd chance on a feeling.
In truth, there initially seemed to be nothing, just the rummel of water and rock and nature at work, yet I think I found something.
Something undocumented as being of interest on any map, but which I believe could be an ancient marker stone.
It's a large stone placed perfectly vertically in a crack in a flat body of stone looking back the ways along the Glen - for nature to have deposited it so carefully and exactly does (to my eyes) seem very coincidental.
If indeed it has any significance, I know not; but the feeling of timelessness was there and I supped at it with my soul as a hungry dog will lick marrow from a bone - but could I capture it photographically - no I could not.

I actually felt like one of those early American Pioneers when they were taking photos of Indigenous Peoples - like I was taking a part of its soul and as such this un-nerved me and I could not do it justice.
It was kind of like we were checking each other out though . . maybe next time

Anyway, here's a couple of pics and things of the place - we'll get onto the photographic meat and potatoes in a minute . . .



Hasselblad and 150mm Sonnar Ready For Action



Pig's Eye View
If You Were Feeling Really Brave,
You Could Have A Go
At the Rough Country Ahead


                                                                            



                                                         


Well, that was, yawwwn, really, yaaawwwwwwnnnnnn, very intere . . yawwwwn . . sting wasn't it.
Oh yes, you can't fool me - you were on the edge of your seat!

Anyway, cameras for this trip were both Hasselblads - the 500 C/M and the SWC/M - it might seem a bit bonkers when you can do it all from one camera, but I find they compliment each other well, and seeing as I can't get the 38mm Biogon in standard stand-alone V-mount, then two cameras it is.

In truth, the SW weighs next to nothing for it's quality, so I don't mind.

It is certainly easier hauling two Blads than it was when I used to have to carry a LF camera, wearing my old Meindl boots - you've surely heard the adage "a pound on your feet is equivalent to ten on your back"?
If that is the case then hauling those old anchors around on my plates of meat (1275 gm each . . . thus 2.75lb, and in back terms 55lb on my back . . .) JEEZ, no wonder they nearly killed me!
I travel much lighter these days - Altberg Defenders - made in the UK and the issue boot of choice to a lot of our army lads - they're high leg, lightweight and do a superb job in all terrains - you can actually cross moderate burns in them and not get any water ingress. 
Money well spent is what I'd say.
Anyway, that's enough boot talk - you'll think I am mad.

So, in common with all FB's this year, steady . . . keep yourself in check . . . here's the contact prints:

                                       Film # 66/56





#66/56, HP5+ EI 200, 13/4/19 - 150mm Sonnar

1./ 1/30, f22, ZIII Big Rock
2./ 1/60, f22, ZIII Strath
3./ 1/8 F22 ZIII Pool - Waited (or wasted!) 10 Minutes
4./ 1/15 f22 ZIII Water
5./ 1/15 f22 ZIII Strath/Trees
6./ 1/15 f22 ZIII Falls
7./ 1/15 f22 ZIII Falls
8./ 1/8 F22 ZIV Wall? Comp For Dull
9./ 1/4, f22, ZIII Rocks
10./ 1/4, f22, ZIII Big Rock
11./ 1/4, f22, ZIII Rock Orifice
12./ 1/15 f22 ZIII Marker

All tripod.
21 mins PHD  22℃  usual 17-21.
Better metered?
Not sure, but they're fine.
THIS WAS THE LAST OF MY ORIGINAL PYROCAT - I STILL THINK I MUCKED UP THE MIX, BUT IT DID FINE!






Film # 66/55




#66/55, HP5+ EI 200, 13/4/19 - SWC

1./ 4 Sec - - -> 7 Sec, f16 ZIII 
2./ 1/15, f11, ZVI Stone
3./ 1/4 F22 ZIII Rocks/Sky
4./ 1/60 f22 ZIII Strath
5./ 1/15 f22 ZIII Trees
6./ 1/15 f22 ZIII Trees
7./ 1/30 f22 ZIII Falls handheld + rest
8./ 1/8 F16 ZIV Bridge  - handheld
9./ 1/8 F16 ZIV Bridge  - handheld
10./ 1/60 f22 ZIII Pool - handheld
11./ 1/60 f22 ZIII Self - handheld
12./ 1/60 f22 ZIII Pool - tripod

21 mins PHD  22℃  Stand from 17 mins.
Well, there's a lot of underexposure on this - not sure why - it is disappointing though - must pay more attention to readings.


Now I know they're pretty awful - the first one is the Sonnar, the second the SW and as you can see, there's heavy duty underexposure going on. Yeah, I know - who'd-a-thunk-it.
No idea why this is happening - but I'll put it down to meter operating error - certainly in recent weeks I have used the SW again a couple of times and the films (FP4 . . rated at, gulp, EI 50) have been fine.

Anyway, I know you've got things to do, so here's some prints, albeit not very good ones on some old and expired Ilford MGRC. All developed in Kodak Polymax.
I shall return when the Winter comes in more and I have more enforced darkroom time and print them better - there's also a few frames on the contacts that really could be doing with printing - we shall see.
Time is the most precious thing we don't own.


Another Lost Burn
Glen Doll
April 2019


Boulderfield



The Dreaming Place



Boulderfield and Scots Pine



Forestry Commission Concrete Bridge


This gloomy latter print, all  horribly underexposed, scanned up hairier than a gorilla's trousers, so I had to tweak it slightly - it is still my favourite picture of the day.
When you start looking, these really supremely ugly (yet practical) concrete Forestry Commission bridges are all over Scotland.
Maybe someone has detailed them somewhere (there must be tens of thousands).
Hey maybe someone has started a Facebook group! 
Concrete bridge nuts unite!! 
Vote for your favourite monstrosity!!!

And that's it folks - remember you can't use that zimmer down at the gym any more - I had a lot of complaints last time about the holes in the mats.