careful with that axe eugene.

I still love that song. Pink Floyd live at Pompeii looked to me to be the most fun you could have with LSD, a gong & a disused ancient Roman amphitheatre and even if it was all over by the time I was born, it still works for me. So does the 1958 50mm Summicron that now sits on my M3. It stunned me when it arrived, it really has almost no outward signs of use, bar the faintest of what are known as ‘cleaning marks’, left behind on a relatively soft lens coating by decades of care rather than neglect.

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It moves like it rolled out of Wetzlar yesterday, the aperture ring snaps like a new Summ…actually it surpasses the Summicron I had for a couple of years (now safely back at home with the good Dr I ‘bought’ it from, and who bought it back). None of this should surprise; if a Leica lens has been cared for it will outlast any custodian, these things really do outlast any of us so even the concept of ownership seems a little out of place.

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I wouldn’t have a clue how to do a technical review, but in order to get a feel for it I had it on the front of a Fuji X Pro 2 via a Fuji M to X adapter. The film shooting has started but nothing is developed yet. These shots here are Fuji raw, AKA “.RAF”, files, some treated with a VSCO pre-set, some worked through Silverefex Pro, and some just .RAF’s tweaked a little (30 seconds is about my limit for mucking around in post). In effect a 75mm on this APS-C sized (16mmx24mm) sensor, while this means the images are a ‘cut-out’ of the possible capture this full frame lens can deliver, it gives a great chance to sample something of the character it possesses.

It’s still sharp. This reputedly tested with the greatest resolving power of any 50mm lens after it’s release and having had the chance to own 50mm fast Nikons, the trinity of f2.8 Nikons, Zeiss Biogons & Planars, Hasselblad (also made by Zeiss) CF T* lenses, a Fuji 645 GZi and Fuji’s own 23mm f1.4, this lens is stunning when you consider it was designed in the 1950′s. Elvis was just making his name. Sputnik was as advanced as space exploration had got, QEII was only just coronated, the Beatles were still the Quarrymen and Pink Floyd were still in short pants.

Here’s what I saw when I got into the files on Lightroom.

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ten years gone

While a decade in and of itself has little meaning, it’s a satisfying number to reflect upon. 2018 will see the distillation of a decade into a projection slideshow exhibit for 2019.

‘ten years gone’ will simply be the story I was in. And then it’ll be on to the next ten…

These shots are some of what happened between 2008 & 2012.

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hellos and goodbyes

Bobby’s driving through the city tonight

JZ-3436Through the lights

JZ-2662In a hot new rent a car

JZ-3246He joins the lover in his heavy machine

JZ-1290It’s a scene down on Sunset Boulevard

JZ-1902Johnny’s taking care of things for awhile

JZ-0220And his style is so right for troubadours

JZ-5416They got him sitting with his back to the door

JZ-4984Now he won’t be my fast gun anymore

JZ-1096Moving on is a chance that you take every time

JZ-8950You try to stay together

JZ-7061Say a word out of line and you find

JZ-6738That the friends you had are gone

JZ-6710Forever, forever

JZ-6672So many faces in and out of my life

JZ-6556Some will last, some will just be now and then

JZ-1038968Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes

JZ-1036266I’m afraid it’s time for goodbye again

JZ-1032443Say goodbye to Hollywood

JZ-1032993Say goodbye my baby

JZ-1031696Say goodbye to Hollywood

JZ-1022689Say goodbye my baby

JZ-1003059Say goodbye my baby

JZ-1018347Say goodbye my baby

JZ-Say goodbye my baby

JZ-1040551Say goodbye my baby

JZ-1032491Say goodbye my baby

JZ-1015184Say goodbye my baby

JZ-700Say goodbye my baby

JZ-002So 2018.

All on film.

No digital.

No manipulation.

Just learn how to take a picture. Mostly monochrome. Ilford Pan F 50 & Kodak Tri-X. Maybe some Portra or Cinestill. One M3. One Zeiss Sonnar 50mm. No posts until 2019.

Just live, shoot, occasionally develop.

Cross my fingers and hope I have taken 12 good pictures, stealing from Ansel Adams, a good harvest.

And this is my last blog ’til then, with some I am fond of.

So goodbye again.

on a whim & a prayer

A weekend spent on a whim south of Sydney. Spooky old hotels, nation building infrastructure, a giant poo and the sublime beauty of avionics.

Elämä.

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ramblin’ man

Little discoveries constantly remind that there is more unseen than seen, even when on familiar ground. For a creature who dines through the senses, an unending feast is on the other side of the door. Listening to Radio New Zealand through the wonders of the internet, waiting for the hourly chime that heralds the news and being transported to the ever present AM hum of my youth (which admittedly now is fuzz-free digital clarity), I heard a track that I’d never heard before. Rambling Man, released fifteen years ago by Lemon Jelly, I was transfixed as the singer rhythmically recanted a list of locations. As he did so the list paid a subtle homage to Bagpuss, the animated show that every child of the 70′s has somewhere over the hill on the horizon of their memory. A stop motion masterpiece, it was referenced by Radiohead when accompanying “There, There” with a visual. Connecting these waypoints through my memory was a journey of sorts, and as I ventured out for a ride, I took a journey through my adopted city and connected a more than a few chapters, yet still found myself wondering how I could live here so long and never have seen so much of this place. Not just the far flung corners that I’d never have had cause to go near, but the small delights hidden in the folds of the dress this city wears.

Aug Sat-0014 Aug Sat-0010 Aug Sat-0009 Aug Sat--5 Aug Sat-9998Behind Canterbury Racecourse lies a pathway that bends along the Cooks River, where industry seeps into the sediment, where shopping trolleys and motorised wheelchairs emerge from the tidal flow into which they were heaved, where scores of suburban warriors live out ninety minutes of glory on parks named in honour of eminent folk long forgotten. People run and ride, sit in the sun or walk their dogs, and you can ride for a couple of hours without coming across a car and make your way from the landing site of the first colonists in Botany Bay to the waters of Homebush Bay. Beside the home of the Sydney Olympics, where dreams were realised by a descendant of those who’s dreamtime was trashed, lay a path I’d never known existed, travelling past roads I knew so well.

Aug Sat-9989 Aug Sat-9982 Aug Sat--4 Aug Sat-9978 Aug Sat-9976 Aug Sat-9968 Aug Sat-9963 Aug Sat-9946 Aug Sat-9934-2 Aug Sat-9923 Aug Sat--3 Aug Sat-9866 Aug Sat-9833 Aug Sat-9817 Aug Sat-9805I travelled later to Bondi, to see the heaving swell that wild winds had sent our way, what is as soothing as watching massive wave after wave come crashing to shore? I walked home via a bakery that I’d worked next to for three years yet never visited (in hindsight a mistake) and a Russian deli that gave my New Yorker wife a taste of home. I discovered smoked ribs and chicken pancakes that I’d never stopped to contemplate before (another error!). Little discoveries, hidden in the familiar, just out of view, and all we need to do is walk out the door.

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