More from this album at http://www.flickr.com/photos/51731306@N06/sets/72157625685326260/
Monday 27 December 2010
Riot Act.
I shall spare you my usual 'shpeel' on the subject matter. I would hope the pictures speak for themselves!
More from this album at http://www.flickr.com/photos/51731306@N06/sets/72157625685326260/
More from this album at http://www.flickr.com/photos/51731306@N06/sets/72157625685326260/
Wednesday 22 December 2010
It's where it goes so wrong, that it can go so right.
Rifling through some draws back home, I came across a masterpiece of photographic history, a Nikon RF10.
This fully plastic, fully automatic camera, once belonged to my grandfather and has not been touched in years. With this in mind, i blew away the cob webs and set about reliving its formative years
Even in its hay day the RF10 was nothing special. Developed for the masses in the early 90's, it was for those who wanted no frills.
With a fixed focal length of f/4.5 and a similarly immovable 34mm lens, its just a case of picking it up and pressing the button.
As is always the case of these things, it is their imperfections that grow on us with age, we develop a sympathy for the unloved.
The grain on the film is clearly evident in every shot and with its fully automatic nature the tendency to reach inside ones pocket and snap away at any given moment means some fantastic and unplanned shots.
A few nights out with this baby and I'm hooked on it.
This fully plastic, fully automatic camera, once belonged to my grandfather and has not been touched in years. With this in mind, i blew away the cob webs and set about reliving its formative years
Even in its hay day the RF10 was nothing special. Developed for the masses in the early 90's, it was for those who wanted no frills.
With a fixed focal length of f/4.5 and a similarly immovable 34mm lens, its just a case of picking it up and pressing the button.
As is always the case of these things, it is their imperfections that grow on us with age, we develop a sympathy for the unloved.
The grain on the film is clearly evident in every shot and with its fully automatic nature the tendency to reach inside ones pocket and snap away at any given moment means some fantastic and unplanned shots.
A few nights out with this baby and I'm hooked on it.
Monday 20 December 2010
Beyond the Highlands, lies this place.
Better late than never is a term I have uttered on many occasions, although never in a connection with my professional commitments I might add.
But it is now time to utter this phrase in regard to a collection of photographs taken way back in the summer on a brief visit to the Highlands of Scotland. So....better late than never!
In the small town of Nairn I found myself walking along endless beaches, strolling through fields, navigating my way through thorny undergrowth and clambering over ruins of ancient castles.
The castle in question, Rait Castle, is currently the subject of an ongoing debate about the state of its repair and the the possibility of restoration. Obviously I am hugely in favour of preserving and restoring such historical sites as physical bookmarks in time, especially one with such a gruesome, yet fascinating story behind it concerning rival clans, a disloyal daughter and relentless bloodshed.
More information on the current situation of rait castle, facts about its ancient architecture and a more in-depth account of the ghosts that haunt the place, visit http://www.saveraitcastle.org/.
Aside from these tombstones to once great architecture there are many more wonders are to behold. Beauty does not present itself in the guise of sunny beaches and glamour, but has more of an autumnal and sensible nature about it.
I find myself actually enjoying the cold bite of the wind, the powerful rolling grey clouds and pride myself in doing so. It feels right. It feels very British.
Unfortunately the visual complexity of some of these photographs does not lend itself too well to the small format of the blog. Apologies for this. You may find it easier to view them via the flickr link below.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/51731306@N06/sets/72157625514335547/
But it is now time to utter this phrase in regard to a collection of photographs taken way back in the summer on a brief visit to the Highlands of Scotland. So....better late than never!
In the small town of Nairn I found myself walking along endless beaches, strolling through fields, navigating my way through thorny undergrowth and clambering over ruins of ancient castles.
The castle in question, Rait Castle, is currently the subject of an ongoing debate about the state of its repair and the the possibility of restoration. Obviously I am hugely in favour of preserving and restoring such historical sites as physical bookmarks in time, especially one with such a gruesome, yet fascinating story behind it concerning rival clans, a disloyal daughter and relentless bloodshed.
More information on the current situation of rait castle, facts about its ancient architecture and a more in-depth account of the ghosts that haunt the place, visit http://www.saveraitcastle.org/.
Aside from these tombstones to once great architecture there are many more wonders are to behold. Beauty does not present itself in the guise of sunny beaches and glamour, but has more of an autumnal and sensible nature about it.
I find myself actually enjoying the cold bite of the wind, the powerful rolling grey clouds and pride myself in doing so. It feels right. It feels very British.
Unfortunately the visual complexity of some of these photographs does not lend itself too well to the small format of the blog. Apologies for this. You may find it easier to view them via the flickr link below.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/51731306@N06/sets/72157625514335547/
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