It was a cold and windy day with the occasional shower and I was tired after a long hike. I composed and exposed in the blink of an eye. As you can see, neither is very successful.
Lesson learned: If you take the trouble to carry a heavy camera plus tripod for tens of kilometers up and down mountains, it’s well worth to sit down, have a cigarette and give it some thought before you press the shutter button. It could have been a great image. Even with running water at a long shutter speed.
I spent much of my summer vacation in Oslo this year, in parks or outdoor cafés, coffee, cigarettes and camera in hand. This and the previous three posts were made with a Zeiss Ikon Ikoflex Ic that I found among box cameras, Agfa Clacks and a lot of rubbish that someone sent me. The meter was out, but apart from that, the camera was in excellent condition.
TLRs can be good tools for street photography: You don’t have to make eye contact with your subjects, it’s fairly easy to zone focus and the shutter is quiet.
This is from the Vigeland sculpture park, close to where I live. This particular sculpture is called “Old man hitting a boy”. I often waited for something to happen by the sculptures. Sometimes it did.
I used long expired Kodak T-Max 100 film, but with a little bit of extra developing time, it came out all right.
Unfortunately I don’t have green fingers. My plants normally die within a few months in my care. This fellow, however, has been with me since 2005. It barely survived my one-year leave of absence abroad, but it came to life again and keeps on growing. It has become a dear friend.
Had this image been in colour, you would have seen that the bottom leaves are more yellow than green; it’s not a very decorative plant anymore, but I think that such a persistent being deserves to live and be well cared for. Do you know what kind of plant this is and what it needs to thrive?
I have decided that when it eventually dies, I will make the stem into a frame, print an image of it and let it live for another decade or two on the wall.
To lose someone can be paralysing. I have suffered from one of the lesser losses of the kind, the loss of a relationship; but however small it is, I am paralysed. I can’t seem to make photography happen anymoe. I’m sure it will pass, but it will take some time.
Thank you for your kind interest, so far. I’m sure this blog isn’t dead, yet.