shotrobert
The Impellers.
Isle of Lewis, Calanais Standing Stones. Scotland.
Ilford XP2 super
in a (circa 1985) Olympus OM40
with 50mm zuiko lens
and an ill-fitting voightlander yellow filter from the 1960's.
~ ~ ~
I spent the majority of my hour at Calanais, trying to find the right light, the right frame, the asymmetrical balance I tend to favour and all the other intangibles that make a great photo. Resting the camera on my chest and my right hand pressing down on the back of the nearly 40 yr old Olympus (the camera given to me a week before this trip in April 2022.) I weaved in between The Impellers.
Through the casual resting of said right hand I believe I inadvertently created this flaw on the film. A flaw I have since come to find quite pleasing.
The drive that wet Monday morning, from Liceasto at the north east of Harris to Calanais on the Atlantic side of Lewis. afforded me, my wife and travel dog a wonderful window seat. Watching the skies clear from bruised pink-blue to lustrous white and triumphant cobalt.
We arrived at 8am and had the stones to ourselves for an hour. The coach load of sightseers arrived to signal the Cloud's judgement to say in friendly, gravelly tones akin to an ancient custodian, the words.
" You've seen enough, move on now"
I had managed a few 'people free' shots to record my time there.
It was the sign of a new day. One much different to the previous spent hiking out to the Temple at Northton on Harris looking out to the Atlantic. 24 hours of blustery gales and sideways rainfall. The consequences unfolded upon returning back to camp. These were easily contained with a saucepan between the legs. catching the ' drip ' drip ' drip . All night. Though the leaking campervan skylight.
(fitted by moi.)
This has become my favourite shot of Calanais Standing Stones.
I've stopped wresting the heel of my hand on the camera.
Robert H.
The Impellers.
Isle of Lewis, Calanais Standing Stones. Scotland.
Ilford XP2 super
in a (circa 1985) Olympus OM40
with 50mm zuiko lens
and an ill-fitting voightlander yellow filter from the 1960's.
~ ~ ~
I spent the majority of my hour at Calanais, trying to find the right light, the right frame, the asymmetrical balance I tend to favour and all the other intangibles that make a great photo. Resting the camera on my chest and my right hand pressing down on the back of the nearly 40 yr old Olympus (the camera given to me a week before this trip in April 2022.) I weaved in between The Impellers.
Through the casual resting of said right hand I believe I inadvertently created this flaw on the film. A flaw I have since come to find quite pleasing.
The drive that wet Monday morning, from Liceasto at the north east of Harris to Calanais on the Atlantic side of Lewis. afforded me, my wife and travel dog a wonderful window seat. Watching the skies clear from bruised pink-blue to lustrous white and triumphant cobalt.
We arrived at 8am and had the stones to ourselves for an hour. The coach load of sightseers arrived to signal the Cloud's judgement to say in friendly, gravelly tones akin to an ancient custodian, the words.
" You've seen enough, move on now"
I had managed a few 'people free' shots to record my time there.
It was the sign of a new day. One much different to the previous spent hiking out to the Temple at Northton on Harris looking out to the Atlantic. 24 hours of blustery gales and sideways rainfall. The consequences unfolded upon returning back to camp. These were easily contained with a saucepan between the legs. catching the ' drip ' drip ' drip . All night. Though the leaking campervan skylight.
(fitted by moi.)
This has become my favourite shot of Calanais Standing Stones.
I've stopped wresting the heel of my hand on the camera.
Robert H.