1. Prints

    I am back, resident of New Zealand, and my photography has changed.  The barren beauty of this country has me shooting photos of buildings in empty spaces, and of my family.  I am deeply relaxed and happy with my lot and I struggle to type a Facebook status update, let alone a blog post.

    However, I am moved to Tumblr by the advent of two things.

    1: Someone printed one of my photos 12 x 8 - mounted and framed it, they then gave someone as a gift.  I was utterly moved by this gesture.

    2: Someone ran an errand for me and developed a film - they returned with prints.  I haven’t printed a film in years and I usually hate looking at 6 x 4 prints of anything.  They appear small and constrained and flat and ghastly. But, yet, out of this film 2 photos went straight to the fridge, secured by holiday trinket magnets, and another 2 will be given to to family.  Gestures I almost surely wouldn’t’ve ventured if I hadn’t (accidentally) printed a roll.

     
  2. It’s Friday, right?

     
  3. Lost film

    I forgot a film, I found a film.  I am rewarded.

     
  4. New toy

     
  5. Photo courtesy of this lovely, lovely blog and review: go read it

    Bear with me…  I have a new toy, a Canon EOS 650 - in lovingly looked after condition.  And I want to shoot with it, but, I don’t like the kit lens.

    I mean.

    ƒ5.6 - really?

    So…  I want prime.  And the 50mm ƒ1.8 is the stand out, cheap, good, option, but, I have the world’s very best 50mm and manual camera set up - my OM1!

    Argh!

    This leaves me thinking of something quirky, and I think the 40mm (a length I like) ƒ2 might just be it.  I mean, look at that combo!

     
  6. Photo-Essay

    I have recently moved back to a life I last lived many years ago. As such, I find myself unearthing treasures stashed long ago. Recently I found my Canon EOS 300 - my first expensive film camera purchase… The batteries were flat and I had left it fallow for 10 years.

    I have to repeat that to myself… One day the batteries ran flat and I put the camera down, for ten years.

    I picked the camera up from my sister’s and out of interest loaded fresh batteries, the camera awoke and told me I had 34 frames remaining. I was dubious. I was skeptical. I was doubtful. So, not trusting 10 year old film that I wasn’t even really sure was in there, I decided to blast 30 frames without leaving the house.

    These are the results. What I could see and stage in the house that I live in. What I see when I walk around here with a camera to my face. It is a photo essay of sorts; I forced myself to find 30 photos on the subject of this house. I lost 5 to light leak/door bleed/who knows. Some were taken with the inbuilt flash and looked gross, others were taken 1/8s handheld and worked. Some are the 10 here and few on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/photoclive/tags/blowingthrough10yearoldfilm/

    It’s got me thinking though… Me, my latest addition (see Mir link), my home town and a few rolls of film… I will set myself the challenge of capturing things of my childhood that I recall now.

    http://www.mir.com.my/rb/photography/hardwares/classics/eos/eoscamera/650/

     

  7. "Even if we could turn back, we’d probably never end up where we started."
    — Haruki Murakami, 1Q84  (via bookmania)

    Did I ever tell you Murakami changed my life?

    (via weennz)

     
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  9. When I said constant and utter heartbreak, I really, really meant it.

    This is either a photo of La Chica, a 40’ Warwick, on anchor at Great Barrier Island, after I swam out to photo her.  Or, me, standing at the open stern, OM1 in my hand, feeling pretty radical about life in general.

    Both photos I love, both photos mean the world to me.  Both are ruined. C’est la vie.

     
  10. analogdisplay:

    Kinsale, Ireland, July 2013 • LC-A+ • Lomography X-Pro Slide 200

    Ughf! Perfect.