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I have a mixed relationship with my Rollei 35 S, and, having had it repaired, am wondering if I need to do so again. I have taken some of my favourite photographs with it, but also an abnormal number lacking sharpness. Is it me and my sloppy technique? do I snatch the shutter or focus poorly? or the camera? it has been recollimated, but has it been done well or right? Who can tell me? And can I afford to have it sorted out ...
In an attempt to answer some of these questions, I loaded some Ilford Delta 3200 and took to the world at an ISO rating of 3200. Around nine months ago. It is strange how, when one is not quite sure if one trusts oneself and one's camera, one disengages from it, and it takes a long, long, while to finish a film.
Looking at the results, I still cannot figure out if it is in focus. The grain. T h e g r a i n. Perhaps it was the wrong film for the job; perhaps 510 Pyro was a bad experimental choice, on this occasion.
And there are some frames with an oddly well-defined flare on one side. And the damned thing still doesn't always want to wind on. And those things make me want to put it on eBay at a speculative price. But there is something strangely magical about the best frames. Something compelling, that I cannot quite define.
Should I keep it? Should I repair it? Should I sell it? Should I cast it into the outer darkness?
Trees in Winter ... or Autumn? Blenheim Park, Oxon, Winter 2020-1. Rollei 35 S, Ilford Delta 3200 @ 3200 in 510 Pyro.
N455 and A70 have completed their run around at Manangatang and will prepare to load their train with grain, before returning to the Allied Pinnacle mill in Kensington as 9194.
27th February 2025
Three WAMX SD60Ms and a Wisconsin & Southern grain train await a crew at Zenda as the northern lights appear in the night sky. This was about the best I could see before the Aurora disappeared until midnight. By then the train was gone.
I like paper. I like the feel of it. I like the smell of ink on it. I like its swag after a publisher gets its hands on it.
The grain of the paper on one side and tiny black dots from the printing process of a photograph that is imprinted on top of that grain on the other side can be seen more clearly here in this macro closeup.
This is a small section of the cover of a 1945 issue of New Pacific, a former monthly magazine that reported the news from the perspective of Hawaii.
A Proviso to Bensenville transfer of a Grain Train to Canadian Pacific passes through Franklin Park.
Grain loads for Pilgrim's Pride in Gainesville, GA, symboled G908, rumble north past the old cotton mill in Jefferson as the train works upgrade on the Gainesville Midland Sub behind a recently rebuilt SD70MAC.
With the Riverland (ex-Cargill) elevator in Duluth busier than it has been in the past decade, that traffic has made both rail and boat fans happy. This morning an empty 115-car grain empty rolled across Grassy Point behind two reasonable looking units. Gus and I were watching the cloud on the hillside moving in our direction but the train outpaced it.
Here I was looking forward to a coarse-grained shot, helped by a dim light and a disgusting drizzle, suggesting a dreamy, quiet, absent look and mood. On the other hand, life... always life. Hustle and bustle, a constant coming and going, noise. Two ways, two worlds in a same picture. And a question: what is on her mind? Is she sad, thinking, or is she in the mood for love?...
I'm in the mood for love: youtu.be/EvWLBy5UiLo, Daniel Boaventura (live), me encanta Boaventura👌.
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La princesa está triste
Cambio de tercio. Quizá esta foto no os parezca muy espectacular, pero era lo que estaba buscando desde hace tiempo, una foto en exteriores con grano marcado (que no desenfocada 😎). El día me ayudó, con la luz pobre que había, que forzó la sensibilidad de la cámara; un día con poalla, como decimos por aquí (¿sabíais que los gallegos tenemos más de setenta formas diferentes de referirnos a la lluvia y demás líquidos elementos? para que después hablen de los esquimales 😂😂). ¿Qué más se podía pedir?... ah, sí: un paraguas, que siempre da mucho juego en las fotos. Y para rematarla, algo que a mí me gusta mucho: diferentes velocidades, tempos dentro de una misma escena. Me gusta ese contraste entre la vida apresurada, ajetreada del mundo actual, frente al silencio, el tiempo detenido, la mirada como ausente, distraída de la modelo, como si estuviera en otro mundo, vamos. En qué mundo está ya os lo dejo a vuestra imaginación.
Como os decía, aquí la definición, los colores vivos, las formas marcadas no cuentan, todo lo contrario. Sí la indefinición, el ambiente de ensoñación, la indecisión, el ensimismamiento. Ese estado en el que nos encontramos a veces, o reconocemos en los otros en ciertos momentos de la vida, que nos lleva a hacer una pregunta casi obligada… ¿qué tendrá la princesa?
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"The birds are gone, The ground is white,
The winds are wild, They chill and bite;
The ground is thick with slush and sleet,
And I barely feel my feet."
Richard Wilbur ~ American Poet (1921-2017)
The light is fading fast as the quad lash up of XR558-X41-X44-XR555 cross the Avoca River at Quambatook with a loaded grain bound for Geelong. 16/4/17
All we are really doing out here is chasing sunrises and sunsets. My shot of the headend didn't turn out. Don't take life too seriously, nobody makes it out alive
Antique Grain Drill on display on a property in Black River Matheson Taylor Township in Northeastern Ontario Canada
NS 41N rolls west past the shop complex on the east side of Roanoke. This empty grain train is headed from Norfolk to Fostoria, OH for another load.
This is a close-up photo of wood grain contours in the base of an old tree trunk that suggest a pareidolia portrait.
Some of the simplest, most basic elements of life can often be the most extraordinary.
A great song; one of my favorites - listen to the MUSIC: Maura O'Connell and Nancy Griffith, "Trouble in the Fields"