This is probably old news to most folks, but I thought I would pop a quick notebook entry up for posterity. I’ve published a review of the lovely Zeiss Ikon Box Tengor here on Twin Lens Reflux, and in that article mentioned that it was made for PanF and other slow films of its era. We all shoot in less than ideal conditions, and being able to make the most of dim conditions is convenient. Especially when your brightest aperture is a austere F9.0.
After the unqualified success of Ray Larose’s NEWLK in Portsmouth in the spring of 2015, plans of a second meeting were made almost immediately. Happily enough it wasn’t much further than Portsmouth, we were to meet in the historic town of Salem MA. Better yet, we would be meeting the week before Halloween. It was a target-rich environment. Continue reading “NEWLK Salem”
Seems to be a trend that many people would like to make more portraits but don’t know where to start. Being out and about is easy, lots of people enjoy bipedal photography in their hometowns or abroad. When you’ve photographed all the statuary and have creeped on all the great cars and been tossed out of all the coffee shops you’re left with the most intriguing and engaging part of any community. What makes the community. The people. Continue reading “The Human Landscape: Photographing Strangers”
An interesting question popped up today on my timeline about the definition of a “crappy photo”, and it really got me thinking about how much things have changed in terms of sharing and the value of an image.
I’m fascinated with railyards and the unauthorized art within. I’ve added this notebook entry to show some images I ended a roll with showing some rail car graffiti. Continue reading “Notebook: Rail Galleries”
My wife hails from a small town in Nova Scotia called Yarmouth. It’s got all the typical problems of a town of its size and location. Yarmouth isn’t on the way to anything and it’s got little to offer an outsider that justifies the 4-hour drive from Halifax. If Lori’s family wasn’t from Yarmouth, I’m not sure I’d have any justification to visit.
I’ll admit my bias upfront: I adore the GA. I love the character of Fuji EBC lenses, and I love 645 format for what it is. I love this camera in spite of its power-drill voice, Fisher Price ergonomics, right down to its clown-shoes street presence. This camera delivers sharp, perfectly exposed negatives with a minimum of fuss and worry. It is small enough to take everywhere but just enough trouble to make you think twice (right up until you see your results). It’s cheap enough to buy on a whim, but not so much to toss if it goes wrong. Take these words at face value, because unlike many reviewers you’ll find online I’ve owned and used a GA645 for years and hundreds of rolls of film. I’ve often been elated and on occasion bitterly disappointed. Here’s my Fuji GA story.
Being a bit of a recreational luddite, I find myself often romanticizing the past. It’s easy to think of times-gone-by fondly, or at least idealize them as simpler if not superior. I like cars without airbags and shoulder belts. I like mechanical wrist watches and nixie tubes. Not necessarily because they’re better and sometimes expressly because they’re not.
We travel frequently throughout New England and tacked this excursion to Old Sturbridge Village onto a November homeschool trip to Boston.
This post has been a long time coming as well. Seems as though I have a backlog of ideas to work through, so bear with me.
I’ve always had some sort of junk box camera kicking round for decoration, and the few times I’ve used them the results have been a bit of a joke so had never paid them any serious attention. I’m the sort that tends to research to eliminate boredom in down times, so on a mid-century kick I looked further past the plastic lensed detritus found in thrift shops. The top of the heap has a familiar name and a decent pedigree: ZEISS. But good luck finding one, right?
I’m surely the final participant to journal this event, but better late than never. I decided to make the trek to Ray Larose‘s brainchild, NEWLK in May 2015. It included an 8 hour drive for me, and many of the participants were awed when we were doing meet-and-greets outside the SBUX on the market square that afternoon.
I’ve tried on more than one occasion to raise a group locally who’d want to socialize and shoot on the regular, but as a result of what I can only assume is my abrasive personality have failed in that regard. Since leaving the professional life, I’ve wanted to reconnect with people who enjoy photography for its own rewards, as opposed to dealing with peers who see your jobs and opportunities they’ve lost out on. The professional life for me was a solitary one, with no cooperation or community feel. While studying photography in college, I made real friends with similar goals and dreams. We all were drawn to art school for a shared love of making images.