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Highland Road Cemetery Southsea
This was a bit of an experiment with some Ilford FP4 film that expired in 1974, I shot the film at 50 ISO and developed the negs in Kodak HC-110 @ 1 + 50, 20C for 8 minutes.
10. Mai 2018
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(Copied from my LJ.)
This week's tactic for adventures is: Experimental Travel.
The Lonely Planet Guide to Experimental Travel collects together details of experiments, such as travelling somewhere blindfolded, choosing a destination using a dice, or wearing a horse's head.
My first attempt at Alternating Travel (taking the first road on the right and then the road on the left, etc) was conducted inside the building where I live and ended abruptly when I found myself outside Flat 52.
Deciding to be a little more adventurous, I stepped outside and headed right and then left, right and then left. The first time I was unable to turn left, I found myself outside Southampton Central Station and watched a freight train go by. Next time someone wants directions from my house to the station, I'll easily be able to direct them!
After that, I cheated just a little to avoid dead ends and took a path instead of a road and discovered revealing messages on scraps of paper from other travellers, such as, "I feel that protocol will pay you from tomorrow". After getting into the true holiday spirit of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll, travelling right and left, right and left, I eventually ended up back at my house, which was quite a coincidence really.
I'm going to have to put my nail polish obsession on halt for a few weeks to let these babies recover.
~No more blood
just ice in my veins
your backstabbing made me this way
i used to think that we were the same
now i just want to watch you bleed
watch you bleed
broken trust~
"Broken Hill", Torrey Pines, San Diego, California. From the side, it looks like a hill that has had the middle eroded out. That is the Pacific Ocean in the background.
In November I took and uploaded two pictures of a building decorated with pieces of broken crockery. This is a close up.
Part of the "God of Humormystics" Statue that stands at the entrance to the Chateau de La Napoule. An angel with a broken wing who looks down at his navel: he represents the God of Human Love whos narcissism and egocentrism stigmatise the faults of human nature.
All seems a bit heavy to me, but a great subject for my new 60mm f/2,8 micro lens, speedlight & Lightsphere!!!
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Yashica 124G Camera.
Kodak T-Max 400 120 Film.
Developer: Kodak D76.
East Hill Cemetery.
Bristol, Virginia.
10. Mai 2018
Photo by Hagen Hoppe . www.hagenhoppe.com
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You... succesfully torn my heart, now it's only pieces. There's nothing left but pieces of you... ( You - Ten 2 Five)
Footpath from Golden Bank to North Broadgate Lane.... strewn with broken bottles..... a real health hazzard.
10. Mai 2018
Photo by Hagen Hoppe . www.hagenhoppe.com
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Well, I come home from Spain for work, and in the first week I fall in the university and break my foot. I haven't had any broken bone since years, and now! Especially now. I had so many plans... Damn it. An orthopedic cast for about 6 (!) weeks
Fell off my mountain bike and broke my collar bone, plus gave myself a minor punctured lung and three days in hospital
On Corfu in Greece, the German tourists have their own mail boxes! The spider web icon on the right indicates that delivery may take a little longer. Not shure wether the broken script indicates that mail posted here is only delivered to Germany, Switzerland, Austria and the World of Calligraphers though. Anyway, all of my holiday postcards made it all the way to their destinations in various countries :–)
Wasted and wounded, it aint what the moon did, Ive got what I paid for now
See you tomorrow, hey frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you
To go waltzing mathilda, waltzing mathilda,
You'll go waltzing mathilda with me
Im an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And Im tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks english, and everythings broken, and my stacys are soaking wet
To go waltzing mathilda, waltzing mathilda,
You'll go waltzing mathilda with me
Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cabs parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open,
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old bushmills I staggered, you'd bury the dagger
In your silhouette window light go
To go waltzing mathilda, waltzing mathilda,
You'll go waltzing mathilda with me
Now I lost my saint christopher now that I've kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs,
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows, go
Waltzing mathilda, waltzing mathilda,
Youll go waltzing mathilda with me
No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say
That the streets aren't for dreaming now
And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories,
They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go waltzing mathilda, waltzing mathilda,
You'll go waltzing mathilda with me
And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor,
And the old men in wheelchairs know
And mathilda is the defendant, she has killed about a hundred,
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing mathilda, waltzing mathilda,
You'll go waltzing mathilda with me
And its a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace,
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on an
Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers
And goodnight to mathilda, too
waltzing mathilda, or, Tom Traubert's blues - Tom Waits