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The original one, I suppose, Washington April 2009. I'd just been asked to take a photo for another couple at the Washington Memorial, when they offered to do the same for me.
And why not?
Note that the shot is perfectly centred on the statue of the Mr Lincoln himself. Thank you Sir,
The theme for the party was 'science' and I dressed up as a mad scientist. We made volcanoes, slime and lava lamps together. Unfortunately my assistant, "Vanna," forgot to take pictures during the experiments. Good help is so hard to find.
The Kommandor Calum is a 76m dynamically positioned survey vessel. With over 350 square meters of clear decks, a 10 ton A Frame and large knuckle boom crane she is an ideal survey platform for a wide range of tasks.
She was converted in 2013 to provide class leading levels of accommodation and survey processing capacity.
She is pictured here in James Watt Dock, Greenock, Scotland.
Commentary.
Such a serene scene.
Shallow bay.
Cows on the hill.
Mull and Tiree on the horizon.
Golden eagles swooping and screeching above an adjacent hill.
But the making of what we now see was massive and hugely violent.
Ben Hiant, on the right, is a south-flanking remnant
of a huge Ardnamurchan volcano.
Amongst the dips and hollows are rocks like
Dolerite, Breccia and Pitchstone.
Lava cone sheets and Moine schists,
with its gleaming, glittering skin-thin layers of mica,
evidence of a fiery and cataclysmic past.
Macro or micro-scale this landscape is complex, fascinating and beautiful.
Camera: Hasselblad 500C/M
Lens: Zeiss Sonnar CF 150mm f/4
Film: Ilford FP4+ @ 400
Developer: Kodak HC-110 (1+49, 16 mins) Development details on FilmDev
Scanner: Epson 4180
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Calum Green of Newcastle Falcons, on the occasion of his 100th game in line out action. Newcastle Falcons v Exeter Chiefs in The Gallagher Premiership at Kingston Park on the 21st September 2018.
yeah this one took the prime spot of PaD in cut throat competition with the purple flower (see downstream) as I simply had to tell you about Calum
see, this is all Calum can see.
this is the only view he has for the last 28 years. This is how far back Calum can count, Calum doesn't know his own age.
Calum is chained to the wall. Chained is not accurate though, it is rather a strap , a light but very strong strap he's got hooked to his waste, the strap is controlled by HIM, Calum does not know who he is , he never saw him, never spoke to him, never heard him speak, he doesn't even know if indeed it is a man, but Calum somehow came to feel that it is a man. HE has a way of reeling Calum's strap in to restrain Calum from reaching the door, the door in the left corner behind Calum. The door is where food and other things, and women, come from. When there is anything to arrive Calum gets reeled in, otherwise his strap is long enough for him to walk around his space and reach the door. The door which is shut.
Calum's space is comfortable. Nice bed with fine sheets, comfortable armchairs, an exercise machine in the corner.
twice a day food arrives, food is exquisite, every time it's a different cuisine, different dish, Calum can't recall getting same dish twice, but 28 years is along time, his taste buds may well be deceiving him. Calum thinks his favourite is Vietnamese, a combination of flavour and lightness which he loves. Every meal is accompanied by wine, wine is superb, every time different. Calum's favourite at the moment are Italian reds.
Once a week a book arrives. Calum has a week for each book, no matter if is it is a heavy volume or a short story the book gets taken away in a week and new will arrive, he trained himself to pace himself and stretch or compress his reading to one week no matter what he reads. Calum has a very compact reading light which is the only light he has apart from the corridor in front.
Once every two weeks a woman comes. Every time a different woman and every time a ravishing woman. They never speak with Calum, never answer back, they treat him with tenderness , care and skill. They always arrive in the morning and leave in the evening , when they finally leave Calum is as close to forgetting he's imprisoned as he can be.
Calum doesn't have any music or any sound at all but his own voice or clunking of his dishes .
every morning a blank notebook and a pencil arrive. they are taken away every night. Calum never touched a pencil, never written a word in a notebook. but invariably every morning he gets a new notebook and a pencil.
Calum does not know why he is here and who his master is.
OK now you know about Calum.
If this is not gloomy enough why not to play a bit of this?
Calum lit by one Godox Ving 850 to camera left fitted with a 24 x 24 softbox and a second Ving 850 to camera left with a wide angle diffuser. Triggered by the fantastic Godox FT16 system.
Cellist/singer Calum Ingram performing at his wedding reception at the Virginia Gallery.
(Glasgow, 2013)