The Tunnel

Going.

Coming.

The Trip(tych)

Three photos.

From Eastbourne.

The Joy

Last weekend I bought a book.

Well okay it was bought for me cos it only cost a dollar and my friend was buying like four dollars worth of books for herself.

I have more or less given up buying these types of books cos there's so many of them saying the same things. And I know it all.

But I just felt I had to have this. Partly because of the price. Partly because of the title.

Upon getting it home and flicking through, it was clear that I scored a bargain.

Not because of the contents of the book, but because of this.

Not a bad shot. Quite obviously a set up. But not a bad shot all the same.

It's a recent-ish print, I'd say 10-15 years old, though the photo itself is clearly older, late-1970s maybe.

And why was it alone left in the book? And who are the stars? There are no clues whatsoever.

The Mexican

The Pedestrian

The Splodgy

The New(ish)

Yeah, so after this debacle I started actively looking ...

... for a new(ish) camera.

It arrived Monday last week.

So I used it that night.

And the next day.

Ending with the obligatory self-portrait.

The River(s)

Thames.

Hutt.

The Island(s)

A couple from one evening last year.

The Student(s)

One from back in the day.

The Scenicest

The Scenicer

The Scenic

The House

The Message

The Walker

If I may pay homage ...

The Poster

The P-ho

A few weeks ago I had one of the worst sleeps of my life at this campground.

Nothing to do with the campground mind. Just the continuous gale force winds whistling through the trees.

The Notsobad

A couple of weeks ago a friend lent me her Olympus Trip 35.

The other weekend we went for a walk in the Tararuas.

It appears the aperture is stuck on f22 permanently.

Meaning gross under-exposure when in darkish spots like the middle of the bush on a grey day.

But when in the light, it was occasionally possible to get a reasonable exposure.

And dusk created a certain mood.

Needless to say I soon returned the Olympus Trip 35.

The Trip

A couple of weeks ago a friend lent me her Olympus Trip 35.

Last weekend we went for a walk in the Tararuas.

It appears the aperture is stuck on f22 permanently.

Meaning gross under-exposure when in darkish spots.

Like the middle of the bush on grey day.

Even when shooting 400ISO film.

Not that I should complain too much.

Cos it means I have to go back again.

I will, however, soon be returning the Olympus Trip 35.

The Horny

Bad metering perchance?

Could just leave it to the 1985 point and shoot to do it properly.

The Verdant

This is one of my favourite parts of the country.

Not because it's a hugely scenic place. Just because it's nicely out of the way and has a nice vibe.

And rooms to sleep in, a fire for warm, alcohol for fun, and good company.

It's quite likely that I won't be going back there. At least not to stay.

The Dune

This time last week I was quite some distance from here.

For those in the know, this is yet another Wayne Barrar reference from me.