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Marg.

Curiosities spotted while searching for my Mum's childhood home in Middleham, North Yorkshire and left here for future reference.

Belfast through a blurred lens

 

I've returned to 35mm. And I'm loving the haphazard and happenstance and wonkiness of bad photography. I'm testng three compact rangefinders: the legendary Olympus Trip and two Ricohs — a 35 ZF and currently/lastly a 500 G.

This photo is from the Trip. Bought on eBay for not very much, I wasn't getting the 'red flag' when lighting was too low so I fiddled about a bit and thought I'd fixed it. Part way through my first film and I realised the shutter was stuck. I dismantled the lense and wiped the blades with lighter fuel, put it back together again and bingo! Back in business.

Fast forward to post dev. image review and the photos taken up to lense dismantling were super blurred.

Super blurred and lovely. 

This is what I want from 35mm. Blur, bad exposures and lovely, lovely grainy, grainy, grain.

I like the Ricohs best. They're very cool and give you a little bit more to play with compared to the Trip. Not much. An extra dial. Mostly, they look very cool, especially the 35 ZF, so I think that'll be my camera of choice for now.

 

Visitor to Ireland

I somehow persuaded the family to go the the National Print Museum in Dublin the last time we were down there. They were surprisingly tolerant and displayed unprecedent respect for my personal interests. They even showed a little interest themselves. Remarkable.

Above all the lovely presses, type and print paraphernalia, on the mezzanine gallery thing, was a lovely exhibition of Irish label porn.