Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 1 February 2015
Getting the picture
First of all, I'm sorry I took down the photo of me without responding to comments. You see, The Boy came round last night and showed us the photos he had taken in London and H.I. wanted me to scan that one. As I was scanning it, I thought I might as well post it up too - we had had a few beers - and I later regretted it. It broke a few rules for me. Have this old one instead.
The Boy is a very keen photographer and usually goes nowhere without the 35mm Olympus we gave him because we never use it ourselves any more, now that digital has settled down. I wondered how much money he spends on it with rolls of film, but it's about half the price it used to be. Strange.
There are people who use photography as an art form - like Em - and people who use it as a tool - like me - but even people like me occasionally hit it right and somehow get a charming or well-composed image by accident.
I have to borrow a decent camera soon, and by decent I mean at least £2000 worth. My Olympus is sort of fine for basic recording of things, but I need a camera which will produce an image good enough to project on a building in full scale, and also make a video capable of the same thing. I have earmarked some projectors for this, and they somehow throw out light at thousands of lumens, making ordinary ones look like Magic Lanterns. You'll see the finished result on You Tube, somewhere around July - if I can raise the funding.
I have a friend who owns a £4000 digital SLR, and he tells me that the photo chip in it is of the same size and quality as the ones they use to make feature films. The only difference is that you need to be able to light everything properly to get any result worth broadcasting, plus a decent lens for it to go through.
There has been a little comedy radio show on recently, and the whole premise is that an Irish angel came down to Earth when God fell asleep for 100 years, and bestowed 1000 years of progress by accident.
Now I think of it, that would explain the break-neck speed at which all this stuff has raced forwards since I was a kid.
Now let me think... what would be an irritating title I could make up for this post - the sort favoured by the editors of magazines like 'Interiors'...? (I was in 'Interiors' once, photographed carving the face on a classical godess. The title for that article was, 'Finely Chiseled Features'. Hmm.)