Category Archives: Rangefinder Shave my beard and call me normal… A sunny day! I don’t have a beard and am probably not normal anyway – cue Bud (Harry Dean Stanton) in Repo man Look at ‘em, ordinary fucking people, I hate ‘em. Hunkered down here under the wharf lapping up the reflections as the tide raced in. I…  Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful. Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love…  Since I was out with The Lobster and Gizmo I’m allowed to be down with the youth and say we had a bangin’ day walking around the peninsular. More I hear you cry! Haven’t you done this to death? Well, only this week three of the Tunnel Refineries’ silos were blown-up and rumour has it…  It was sunny! So I broke out the FP4+ and felt an overwhelming desire to use the 1934 Voigtlander Bessa RF rangefinder with its to-die-for f/3.5 Heliar lens and gigantic 6×9 negatives. Set the light meter to ISO100 and trotted off to Ladywell Fields where the dogs roam unmolested and unmolesting. The bad news is…  I’ve revamped the site using a modified ProPhoto theme. Kept the same overall look and feel but everything should look better and hopefully useability is enhanced. Fingers crossed… British Museum 09/11/2008 The adventure with film and the site is now over one year old, so it was about time. The photo above was one of… |
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