Tag Archives: home processing
Waiting for Never
“Waiting for Never”
Olympus Trip / Profilm 100
“Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.”
― Voltaire
Four in a Row
“Four in a Row”
Kodak Coloursnap 35 (1959) / TMAX 100 Profilm (5y expired)
“What strange creatures brothers are!”
― Jane Austen
A & H
“A & H”
Kodak Coloursnap 35 (1959) / TMAX 100 Profilm (5y expired)
Two (beautiful) pieces of the increasingly complex puzzle of family.
“For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness.”
― Barack Obama
Drawing Time
“Drawing Time”
Olympus 35RC / Ilford HP5+
Here is Ted, looking very smart in the tank top that his grandma knitted for him.
Reverie
“Reverie”
Olympus 35RC / Ilford HP5+
Our Internet has stopped working this week: indeed, it will be next week before the phone company can fix it, and that, as you might imagine, for somebody whose work is dependent on having web access, is nothing short of a nightmare. We have some access via a wireless hotspot in the village, but it is slow and inconsistent. I am trying to get some film finished up. I am out today with a Kodak Colorsnap 35 (incongruously loaded with black and white) and when I get that used up I shall move onto the Halina. When I’m done with that (before Christmas) I shall load up my Canon IIB, which I bought from Moscow a while back. It is an unbelievably beautiful camera and in almost new condition. I am really looking forward to using it over Christmas.
Durham Cathedral
“Durham Cathedral”
Olympus 35RC / Ilford HP5+
This shot comes from the same roll of film as yesterday’s, and it’s easy to see how the film has degraded over the months. I don’t believe the picture has suffered for it, even so.
Ted
“Ted”
Olympus 35RC / Ilford HP5+
I mentioned this scenario just the other day on here, this is a fairly old photo now, taken on an Olympus rangefinder which I’ve had film in for several months. Some of the frames have deteriorated (but they are even so, entirely valid) and some bring a smile because they are forgotten times. This is one such, with Ted looking a little sceptical. He is probably wondering where his breakfast might be.
