More Detritus For The Skip Of Eternity
Only in sleepis man truly freeHe awoke to a Euroand looked back at meas if I had given himthe earth made wholeThe lightest of gesturesa salve for my soulYet had I passed byI'd never have lookedand read of fate's handin another man's bookThe truth of the cityA spare coin thrownIn some small waymy soul knew his own© Raymond Frederick Seaforth(First Published In © 'L'esprit Épicurien', 2012)Yeah I
There was little one could say about the house that hadn't already been said. Those that had known it in better times, would turn up now and again in passing or just on a lark."Damn shame.""Such great parties.""Do you remember when?"They'd stand and listen to a silence broken only by the noisesome crows.It would have been enough time in the old days to enjoy a spritzer and a greeting, or to
Firstly, can I say that if you've received this on your phone, please scroll down to the "Posted by . . " link at the bottom - and tap that - opens it up in full Technicolor.Morning folks - a curious title I know, but in a month where I've been busier than I could imagine I should have been (if that makes sense) and an impending showing at the DCA forum at the end of last month . . . something
Morning folks - this is as brief as those mustard yellow Y-fronts you used to have to wear back in the 1970's.Sometimes, light, film, developer, paper and of course camera and even emotions, conspire to give you something to which you can honestly say:"I love this."And that's what happened with the above.It was early on a Winter's day, and I pulled up at my favourite place for seascapes,
Good morning folks - hope you are well - 10-15 minute read warning!This is quite a long piece so feel free to scroll off somewhere else - I really don't mind and it is probably of little interest to anyone who doesn't use a darkroom.Right, this was written over a couple of weeks and from an increasingly angry point of view (nothing to do with age, just economic sensibilities and pre all the
Morning folks - and a very belated Happy New Year to you all - I hope it brings you all you want it to bring you.For myself, it is a determination to continue as long as I can, still using film and printing in a darkroom on paper. It's a solid ground to me, something I know; I feel as you get older it's really important to have a grounding in something, because before you know it you'll be
This post was brought to you by © NDPC Photography.(Just in case you're wondering: No Drone, Phone or Clone)“. . . but that’s why we’re photographers. We’re preservationists by nature. We take pictures to stop time and to commit moments to eternity. Human nature made tangible.”Ben Ryder (Ed Harris) Kodachrome.Friend and longtime reader (and great photographer and printer) Omar Özenir
Morning folks - my initial title for this blog post was "R.Z. Smells", paraphrasing that old schoolboy book/author joke ("Young Person's Guide to Flatulence" by R.C. Smells) - it just seemed the right thing to do. But I eventually settled on the above which seemed more in keeping.Actually, the RZ in question is a loaner, a Mamiya RZ - the earliest one. It is a genuinely lovely MF
Morning folks - please excuse me for a pinchin' Robert Adams' book title, but I kind of thought it was appropriate.It's amazing when you're travelling along some road - either well used or not - and you see a small gorge and think to yourself:"I'd really like to explore that" but you rarely have the opportunity, because you're literally passing through (as it were.)I was lucky enough last
Morning folks - whilst we're waiting for the film stuff to drop as the kids say these days . . . here's a little digital oddity. And please don't worry film fans, consider this as an interlude in between the main meat and potatoes and the B-film. Look, there's an usherette down at the front, go and get yourself a Strawberry Mivvi and sit back down!I recently bought myself a remote
There's a little bird that somebody sendsDown to the earth to live on the wind.Borne on the wind and he sleeps on the windThis little bird that somebody sends.He's light and fragile and feathered sky blue,So thin and graceful the sun shines through.This little bird who lives on the wind,This little bird that somebody sends.He flies so high up in the skyOut of reach of human eye.And the only
A provocative title perhaps, however this is probably one of the strangest things that ever happened to me photographically.Readers of FB will know that I have long railed against digital photography, however I have often used it!Starting with the Lumix DMC-FS6, through to a Canon EOS 50D with 40mm pancake; a side road into a Sony A6000 with a Metabones adapter and then the Sony kit 16-50 lens;
Good morning folks I trust everyone is well and keeping fit and getting themselves prepared for Winter, because it is coming!Oh yes, as they say around these parts "The nights are fair drawing in" . . . you can sense it early mornings too, apart from the lesser levels of light, there's also that Autumnal feel to the air.Hard to believe that we're only just a wee bit along from the Solstice and
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
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
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
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
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
Morning folks - as you'll know, if you read this nonsense often enough, last July I stopped posting to Instagram after some 120 posts.Why?Well I actually have no love for data-harvesting technology, nor am I happy with the way the world is going.When I was young, if you wanted to be arty that was the way you were; you created, you did the stuff, you practiced until your hand cramped from holding
No - not that sort of Slough, this is a proper, no-holds-barred, desolate landscape lacking in any creativity whatsoever (actually maybe it IS that Slough after all!) It seems that, in keeping other people bouyed up, I've hit a very quiet patch indeed.I am normally happy, beavering away with my camera at all times, taking pictures of all sorts of crap in the hope that I can print something
I was recently taken aback by fellow blogger and friend Bruce's (from The Online Darkroom) reaction to a photograph that has been knocking about since about 1978. How can I date it so definitively? Well The Jam's Down In The Tube Station At Midnight came out in October 1978 and I seem to remember getting so fired up after seeing them on top Of The Pops (it is a great song remember) that
Morning folks - I hope you are well. I know it has been a while, and I have been fairly tardy this year in posting stuff, but it is only because life gets in the way and faced with a mountain of house refurbing, something has had to give. This being said I have been taking a fair amount of pictures . . . just not telling anyone about them . . you know me . . . Shhhhh . . . .
Morning folks.Well, another post about film and I'm not even a hipster.Nor am I using the truly ghastly Ilford colour film either - a film that reminds me of the free stuff you'd get every time you got your holiday pics developed at Snappy Snaps (et al).Nope, this bad boy was fecking expensive, but lovely nonetheless, Kodak TMX 100 - and FRESH too, which is unusual for me as I have been
Morning folks - I hope everyone is well and not too depressed by my previous posts . . it is just stuff you have to think about. Anyway, without further ado, it is back to normality (or whatever it is called these days).This post is a just about a couple of images that surprised me as soon as I took the negatives out of the tank.And that to me is the magic of film.Slightly Contrast Tweaked
Morning folks - well as promised here's the comments to the previous post wot you kan reed 'ere.In MemoriumI didn't get many at all, but then it hasn't been much more than a week. Blogs are funny things - sometimes comments can arrive years later.Anyway, those that did provided some very interesting thoughts - my grateful thanks to all contributors:Calgary Bob has left a new comment on your