Plunged off down to Penzance, a distance of bleh miles, and a 10 hour train journey. Why? A buddhist memorial service for an old friend, and more about that in another post, because it’s interesting. If anyone knows how to edit/improve a .amr file, I’d be very glad to hear from you.
The new camera performed well when it performed, but also jammed, twice, quite spectacularly. Nice ultra-cheap Kodak 200iso colour film, rendering well in the thick seaside mist of the south coast. Felt like walking through soup. Maybe that contributed, but since it’s okay now, who knows?
A triple, quadruple, multiple exposure of Penzance, St Ives and thereabouts. Interesting.
Click through either of these to see a few more touristy-type experiments of ’street’ and architectural nature. Still very much finding my feet again with 35mm, so they all look better cropped to square. Seems I’m seeing in 6×6. More to come, including some interior black and whites of Tate in St Ives, which was truly magnificent. Apart from everything else, the trip was worth it just to go there, even jammed with tourists. The roof terrace – go to the roof terrace!
Apart from that, lots of renewal, some irregular family stuff and massive amounts of painting and decorating happening. So, not on the internet much this month. Apologies therefore if you’re awaiting answers. And email for me is mostly broken – I’ll post about how best to communicate soon. Promise!
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Good to read about what you have been up to. The pictures are great despite you sounding almost apologetic for them!
I love the two photos you’ve selected.
Alex: yes I do feel a tad apologetic. New camera, best on the market, and my photos are so touristy. I can make the excuse that I’m just testing sharpness or whatever, but still…
f:lux: I can’t tell you how much that means.
I like the shots too. Cornwall is a touristy place, but your photos are great. They make me nostalgic for a certain period in my life when I spent a lot of time down there.
Me too, Devon in the late 1970s. I always had one or more skipping toddlers holding my hand and it was hard not to hear that light singing. Waves of nostalgia. :)