torsdag 27. juli 2017

Even more 365@50 snaps

Just dropping by to tell you that I've not forgot about this years "big" project, my 365 snaps done on Ilford PAN400 film only.
Well, it's not that big thing when you think about it. Opening the shutter for a very brief moment each 24 hours or so on the Nikon F3 is not exactly a lot of hard work when you start thinking about it.
The only thing you have to remember is to bring the camera wherever you go if you are going away for a longish period of time, and to do the same if you leave the house for a shorter period of time as well and have not yet snapped your daily one.
And that's about it. Everything else is rather easy, sort of. You just have to decide what's going to be todays shot, and get it done at some point. Sometimes it's damn easy, other times not... and you end up with something totally stupid of course. But that's life.
Each and every snap will be posted, no matter what they look like and no matter how far off the exposure is. There might be a few strange looking ones every now and then, as you see examples of below, because the mechanics inside the old F3 is not what it used to be back in the days. The mirror locks up every now and then, but that's the way it is with old cameras. I'll just keep on keeping on, no matter.

Here's the batch of four for todays post, all snapped way back in February. I need to speed up on posting obviously, but will have to get a few more rolls developed before I dare to do so.

Looking back inside my notebook for the notations written about them, we find the following wise words written:

#052: DPO at "work" deep in his own thoughts.
#053: My notebooks on the table. Stuff found in my cabin.
#054: Duly tagged centercore taken on board. Carousel room.
#055: Olympic Taurus somewhere offshore Scotland.





onsdag 26. juli 2017

Entering Irish Waters

In this kind of job you get to see the world sometimes. At least bits of it, anyway. For years you may see the same spots over and over again, until you suddenly find yourself in places you've only read about in blogs and what have you.
That's the baseline of the story from this last week at work, more or less.
I've never been to the western parts of Scotland before, even though I've been working out of this country for about seven or eight years all together now. About time, I would say, that I finally got the opportunity to sail down the River Clyde all the way from Glasgow, through Clyde Firth out to the isle of Arran and beyond. And not only that, but I even found the time to just stroll around in my t-shirt with camera in hand doing nothing else but acting like a tourist of some sort.

Since we have to wait some time for the snaps from Glasgow and the western part of Scotland, this one from one of the harbours on the east side will have to do. Done on one of the rangefinders and a wide lens some time ago. First thing we notice is the size of the bollards on this side of the country, as they are a bit more visible than the ones up around Glasgow area.

We got plenty of time until we have to be out there on the field where we're supposed to put a cable, or an umbilical, down to the seabed and also do a few other things. Not that we got plenty of time as such, because time is very much worth a lot of money in this game, but the weather out there at this particular spot is quite bad at the moment, meaning we are in no rush to get there.
So we're moving slowly. Very much slowly, indeed.
I woke up around 7 this morning, as we were turning west and about to start pass Rathlin Island moving straight west along the northern coast of Ireland. Which happens to be the home of my fellow blogger Michael of the North East Liberties, the owner of the blog with the same name, as you might even know by now. All day I have been sailing away along his coastline, but with no possibility to stop and say hi, of course. 
Or, in fact I had some sort of hope to get quite close to the coast as me and the Chief Officer had a discussion yesterday about where the best place would be to get the lifeboat test and the FRC (Fast Rescue Craft) drills done. We ended up agreeing on a point just off Portrush or Portstewart... for some reason. Close enough to easily reach the harbour with the small boat, I hoped. 
Everything seemed to work well, for a while, until the captain himself started wondering about where we were heading and why. 
You can see for yourselves, as the track we made on the screen of the electronic map looks a bit weird when you think about the fact that we should be heading straight west more or less.
It was still worth the try though...

See, Michael? We were not that far away from sucess after all?! 
Terrible sorry about posting a snap full of 0's and 1's, but just had to get this one out...

Well, the work west of Ireland is not finished yet, so there might be a chance to get ashore in Ireland some day for all we know. And if not, I'm pretty determined to get over there anyway another day. It's a nice piece of land, as we know well enough both from Michaels blog and from elsewhere. 

I'll be back with something else quite soon!

tirsdag 25. juli 2017

She had it printed... believe it or not!

Sure, this thing as shown below. Printed on cheapish poster paper for a test, but she also claims to have put in an order for a canvas print of the same size made out of the same file. Digital ink... as they seem to like to do these days, 
At first I didn't like it at all, to be honest. To many white spots, which can of course be hidden away a bit if using the right tools for the job, but the size of the thing is totally out of proportions for a normal standardish livingroom. I mean it's huge, and to an extent that I'm not even sure about what the measurments of the finished product really is. I doubt I even got measuring tape enough to get you the numbers should I one day feel like sharing the facts. But then again I have seen people hanging huge painings on their walls as well, so it might be OK after all?
I have learned to like it a bit more now as it's been hanging there for a while, but I'm still not absolutely sure about what I really think deep inside of myself. 

The original negative is miles away from what you see here when it comes to contrast and things. It might be possible to get something out of it inside the darkroom, but I need a bit more experience and a couple of new chemicals. 
Mamiya RZ67, 250 mm APO lens and some old and expired film I think. Maybe ORWO NP22 or something like that. At least it was some kind of half slow and very dull film.

But OK, that's probably what you have to expect when giving away a couple of pixelated files for others to do as they please. The negative was a total disaster anyway, and not very much printable inside the darkroom I'm afraid. I have tried a couple of times, but there will have to be a good deal of work to be done on the print itself to somehow save the few details worth saving in there. I might try again some day, but need to get my hands on a few more chemicals before I give it another go at some point. 

mandag 24. juli 2017

It's a dilemma, I think...

I mean, should you write a lot of stuff about a few of the things you have seen lately and have no snaps to go with them, or would I be better off waiting until the films are duly developed and everything... which would be around the same time I have forgot about most of the stories to tell, obviously. 
I got no particular clue, of course, so I give you this one for a start. Just since I got absolutely no snaps to go along with the words anyway.

OK, so I put this one in here... just because I can. It's from inside one of the oldest churches still standing in Norway, looking out. I don't know exactly why I put this one in here, since I'm going to talk a bit about Oxford today. At least the story unfolded in Oxford, a few weeks ago. 
This snap was snapped a couple of years ago, or so, using one of the old Leica's and some sort of semi fast film, I think.

I went into this thing called "The Covered Market" or something like that while strolling the streets of Oxford one day not too long ago. Stumbled into a nice barber shop and everything, and since I never found myself sitting in one of them chairs before, I just had to try... for once.
It went all well thank you, and I still got me head in the somewhat right spot I should think, so no reason to worry there's going to be some story made out of it. 
After the barber shop experience I went further into the building (head bleeding, so had to return to the barber shop for some clean-up, but that didn't take (too) long...) and suddenly discovered there was this dude selling photographs from a smallish shop stuck into a corner in there somewhere. 
I peeped inside from the outside and thought I recognized a couple of rather well made lith prints, which of course triggered my curiosity a bit more than a little bit. So inside the doors I went.
And know you what? Real great darkroom prints all over the place, believe it or not. A few portraits that didn't exactly speak out to me, but still quite a few that really did, and maybe a few where a different photographer would have done things in a different way, but that's not the point here at all. Further on there were snaps from here, there and everywhere around England, Wales and Scotland as well. Places I knew, and others I definately didn't know much about.
A few lith prints as well, even though I must say I have seen a couple more interesting ones of that sorts around the interweb lately. A few of them really looked great though, and of course they did... I mean the dude's supposed to be a pro, right? With his own shop and everything!
I did some searching at the usual place and found his shop around here, as you do when you know how to use the available tools.  
Go have a look folks, the link is right here. His prints did look a bit better than his scans, of course, but we all know that's the way things are anyway, don't we?

The printer himself were inside the shop minding his business this morning, and we had a quick chat. I told him I liked his printing a lot, because I really did. I also felt like informing him of the facts that there's not too many shops like that around anymore, just in case he didn't have a clue of what's been going on in the world lately. Turned out that he knew a lot more about just those facts than myself, of course.
I can't do much more than wish him good luck, and throw the link to his shop around the internet for a short while. 

So, this is how we made our small buildings back in the days when teaching stuff inside huge universities had been going on for a couple of hundred years or so over there in Oxford and elsewhere. It's a nice church, by all means, but would not exactly stand out if placed alongside the cathedral of Canterbury or something like that. But then again, it's a bit easier to repair the roof of this one, should it be necessary some day. Old Leica, and old(ish) 21mm wide angle lens.

We also met this great dude from Belgium, of course, but that was on the next day I think... You might hear about him, me and my wife and one of the many guides of Oxford one of the next few days, if I'm feeling up to it. 
Oh, and we met a lot of great dogs. Millions, I think!

søndag 23. juli 2017

I got no clue at all...

...about where to start, that is. 
I've been away from here for quite some time, as some of you quite rightly already have discovered. It was probably for the better to all of us, after all. Been in holiday mode for a long time now, and that usually means that body and mind is all over the place but inside the webnet and thereabouts.

An oldie snapped from the island outside my home town a couple of years back on the Mamiya. The town lies just behind that strange looking mountain top there, as you might already knew. I sort of like this one, and should try to print it one day actually.

So, we went to old England, as you might remember. Just had to "do" the southern part of the country for once. Never travelled that way to any extent before.
And that's what I've been doing the last month or so. Travelling the southern part of England, driving 4522 miles, or 7281 km in our old Land Rover. That's a serious amount of brooms, grrrrrs, bumps and squeeks reaching your ears. Just saying!
We were able to stop around different places to have a good look at things in between all the driving, but we still have to wait in patience for the snaps. Or should I rather say we have to wait in patience to see if there's anything worth showing off. I don't remember many moments thinking I might have made any brilliant snaps, but we still have to wait and see. I could have been lucky without knowing about it. Things like that happens, you know. 

Another one from the archives. Bad times, as I have not been developing any film at all for some time. These are the mountains I see every day when at home, and the things you sort of miss when travelling here and there through Europe. There's nothing quite like it anywhere else, exept from Belgium... of course. At least according to one of the sort to whoom I spoke in Oxford during the holiday, but that's a story for another day, I suppose...
Anyway, this mountain is called "Jønshornet", peaks to 1419 meters above sea level, and you can (in theory, if you're a decent skier) ski downhill from the top and all the way down to sea level on both this side and the oposite side of it. In fact you can do the same thing from quite a few mountains along this fjord. Nice thought, actually. 

I only brought cameras for small 135 film this time. I was thinking about bringing the Rolleiflex as a medium format option, but then decided to leave it at home and travel kind of light instead. 
The Nikon F3 is still working and serving it's duty as the 365 camera for the year, so had to take that one of course. I also brought another Nikon, and one of the old German rangefinders. 
I had some hopes that my feet would lead me to some sort of camera shop at some point, as there's a couple of old Nikons around I would love to get my hands on if possible. 
Well, couldn't find any, so I saved the shillings for an even brighter day. 
Because bright it was, and hot. Way to hot for a norwegian, as you might have expected already. We're not used to this kind of temperatures for longer periods of time, but luckily there were pubs to visit every now and then. Very nice they are to find when others seem to have really found their shopping instincts, and are ready to go wild. 

Another one from home, looking straight across the fjord we're living at. I printed this one a few years ago and couldn't help from calling it "-og jenta hev eg lova" which actually is a few words from an ancient norwegian song about a man promising a bit too much to a woman at a time when people used to live very very far away from everything over here at this part of the world. This particular figure lived at a place looking something like the tiny little farm you might catch a glimpse of down by the water, surronded by mountains all around, with no hope to see other people every month of the year. And yes, the print was a wee bit better than this film-scan... 

I didn't find any Nikon cameras for sale anywhere. No F's anyway... but I did find something very different, and one that made me dig out a few pounds from my pockets. Actually I have been looking for one of these for a while, but the prices has gone far out of proportion these days. 
It's the nice little Olympus-PEN EE-3 we're talking about. Useless half format kind of thing, as you might know. Nothing for the masses, but might be great for a couple of extremely grainy, underexposed snaps every now and then. At least that's what I hope for. Something a bit better than the Diana Mini, but still into that same kind of weird and rough style. Maybe.
We will find out when the first couple of rolls are due for some developer inside that Paterson tank.

Archive again. From the seaside this time, and a place I really love to go for some nice snaps of the ocean during autumn and winter time. This was with the Leica M3 snapped on HP5 I think. I'm absoultely sure about the camera, because I had to empty it of sleet, snow and rain by the time I got to the car. That rather black wall out there is a mighty bunch of snow, as it happens, and it hit me big-time before I had finished off my stroll along the rocky beach.

OK. Enough bla bla for now, and hopefully I will be back in a very short time with more. 
I'm afraid this month is going to be very tricky for me when it comes to posting pictures, but I will try my very best. 
I will probably have to post a few you have seen too many times already, but I hope you can just follow along anyway. I have nothing new at all, I think. There is still a few from the 365 to post, but I'll wait a few days with that. 
I have been snapping some stuff, but I yet have to get all them rolls duly washed and bathed, according to procedure in this game. 

tirsdag 6. juni 2017

365 snaps from February

Another batch of film scans from the 365 project. Need to get them posted in between a few certain british motorcycle races going on the telly these days. Out on that island, you know. 

I will post something else some day as well, but it's been quite a few rather busy days at work lately so that has to be top priority I'm afraid. 

The four snaps below is from the towing session of that bundle some time ago. Tug vessels, bigger tug vessels, the old stuff scattered around on deck and the last one of a couple of engineers playing out in more or less open air for a change. Some pipes under the grating flooring in the ROV hangar had seen better days and needed some TLC. 

Here you go:





onsdag 31. mai 2017

In fact I should be happy

Been a bit to do at work lately, and that's the reason why I actually should be a happy man. There's quite a few norwegian sailors having nothing to do these days, meaning I should rather have been jumping in joy. And stuff like that.
Well... I'm not the sort of dude jumping too much around anyway these days, but I would if I could. On the other hand I'm a bit tired, because there's been quite a lot to do frankly spoken. 
Seems it's getting "better" though, so I might catch my breath at some point and even get my heart rate down to somewhere closer to idle. Who knows?!

I'm not sure if this one's been posted before, to tell the truth. It might have been, and it might have been not. It's the lighthouse at Ona there towards the horizon, and another one of them telegraph poles standing tall a bit closer. Oh, and it's the cottage belonging to the late Henning Mankell, the writer himself, squeezed in between the pole and that angled wire there to the left. Rolleiflex camera, obviously, as it's the only square snapper I got if you're able to look away from the Diana F+ for a brief moment... 

Photographic stuff so far, you say? Simple answer! 
I do, as per usual, have a bag full of cameras and film brought with me this time as well. They have not come into much use though, other than the usual daily snap done with the F3 on Ilford PAN400 film pushed to 1600 as I seem to do these days. 
When things calmed a bit down today I also went into mentioned bag and fetched the old Diana Mini camera. Half-frame plastic piece of junk actually, but fun thing to point around none the less. I went outside and played with it for a while, but as usual it's very hard to know how much film there still is inside the thing. The counter does not work properly, and as it's half frame size it takes forever to spin through a roll. I might get there some day though! I'll let you know when it happens and the film is ready for a proper wash in a bath of Rodinal or something similar. 

Another Rolleiflex snap from just before Christmas. I know, because this was snapped during the yard stay, which took place early to mid December last year. See...? I still can remember things that happened not too long ago. That's quite something, me thinks. 

And, (rises both hands into the air looking baffled) I just sold a lens!! Hah! Never thought that was going to happen, did you?
There's this chap, you see, in one of the groups I've been following and posting into on the big social media place. He's been on top of me for the last year or so with a clean goal of letting me go of the huge (and yes, it's huge...) 500 mm APO lens for the Mamiya RZ67 system I got hidden inside a big box somewhere inside the house. 
I never use the heavy lump anyway, so instead of me wasting film on testing it once or twice a year, he might just as well take it away to put it into some good old use. 
As I'm going to old England this summer, and his relatives lives in Holland, I will get it hand carried all the way down there and leave it into the hands of someone close to the new owner in about a month or so. 
It's not the cheapest of lenses, but compared to almost anything else you get a LOT of lens for a rather small bunch of money. This beast weighs around 2.3 kgs, and sold for around half the price of a good Leica Summicron 35mm weighing around 0.25 kgs... you go figure! That's a lot of glass and metal more or less given away folks! 
I hope he will use it a lot, and I hope I will not regret selling it at some point. I don't think so, actually, because I'm more a normal to wide angle photographer than a tele dude, so I think I'll be fine after all. 

Yes... I can see it's posted here. I got no clue what so ever about why, I'm sorry to say. I can't remember which camera I used or anything else about it. I can see there are lines, and I have seen these lines before on board the ship, but apart from that it's not exactly anything to shout out loud about. It's what we call a "filler" I guess...

The good thing about selling the thing is that I will get pound, shilling and pence to drop by one of the film shops in Good Old England. I hope to find something useful over there, and looking at the interweb there should be a chance that it will happen some day soon. Film and paper, and a bottle or three of some sort of developer and things like that would be nice to find. 
I'll let you know what I found, and I'll let you all know how it feels to buy stuff like that over the counter again. 
If The Landy will take me all the way, that is... You never know, of course. After all it's a fair bit of land to plough until I'm home again. 

fredag 26. mai 2017

A few more 365 snaps then

As you know I'm doing a 365 on film this year. I'm using an old and quite well beaten Nikon F3 and decided to go for Ilford PAN400 film. So one camera and one film, one snap each day for the full year. I have not yet snapped the one for today, but when I do it will be #146. I have them all noted and taken care of inside one of my notebooks, you see. 

I have already started to think about doing something similar for next year, but don't mind to tweak the fundamentals a wee bit. Any suggestions of cool things to do, anyone? It must be on film though, and prefereably B&W since that's what I do... at least 99,8% of the time or something like that.

Oh well, I'm just talking... as usual.
Here they are, so please enjoy if possible.

The Rather Troublesome Chain Block. The one which has caused me quite a lot of grief up through the last five years or so... I say nothing more about it!

Muster Station #1. A familiar sight for the chaps belonging to this muster station on board the ship. My place is on the other side, but I pass this place every day anyway as it's pretty close to where my cabin is. I try to do a daily short walk you know, before I go to work. It's nice and fresh out here, usually.

It's the lighthouse in Scrabster, up very far north in Scotland you know. We had a crew change here this day, and then went straight back out to sea for a job of towing stuff from the bay just north of Wick. A "bundle", they told me. Luckily we didn't have to tow anything, only check that the thing went the right way and at the right depth and stuff like that. 

And here it is. A snap from Wick bay looking towards the hill above the small town from the north side. You can see the lighthouse and even parts of the airport if your eyes are somewhat like they used to be back in the days. I've been landing up there more than a few times, but it's been a while now. We were waiting here for a day or two until the towing of the bundle was started. Had to get the 3km long thing launched into the sea and everything, which took a while as you might understand. They don't just dump these things into the water and leave us all to it, as the price is a bit on the heavy side when it comes to stuff like this.

torsdag 25. mai 2017

Just signed in at my cabin again

After a few busy days back home it certainly was about time to get to work again as one's in too much need of keeping the constant stream of cash flowing through the system these days. To keep the wheels of the world turning, I'm told.
Well, at least all this means I'm back on board the ship since mid-day yesterday, and already well into subsea work somewhere out there. North Sea for a few days now, before the plan is to go in for some throwing stuff off and on before we go out for a new job. 
So that's the overall plan, and we will later see if we were able to keep to it or not, and where we end up working.

Look at this tiny thing standing out in the North Sea somewhere, pointing towards the blue sky and just looking very pleased with everything in some weird way. Dutch sector of the sea, if my memory serves me right for a change. Done on one of them german rangefinders, I believe. With the 21 mm lens attached, by the look of the perspective and all.

You should have seen the weather out here today as it was absolutely fantastic. Up to the point when the fog came in, of course. Right now I can't for all the pesetas in the world even see the back deck of the ship from here. That's rather foggy, just saying.

Same place, kind of, but snapped from a different place on board the ship. Same nice weather as this morning, by the way. Not so now, because the fog is pretty dense at the moment. It will get better though, some day. Rangefinder, again.

Before I left home I had a few bits and pieces checked and re-checked. We're going for a drive as soon as I come home in about four weeks time, as you might remember. Over to old England, you know. And maybe Wales, and maybe a short trip into Scotland for all I know. We will see how far we gets before the landy breaks down, I guess.
So, I had to have a good look at the different moving parts of the car, and also see to that my old kerosene fired camp stoves were working as they should. I need something to boil some good old coffee on while I'm away, you know. And something to cook breakfast on should it be needed would be absolutely needed, so I had them things brought out and tested to find out if any maintenance was needed. Well, nothing major had happened to them I'm happy to inform you all about. 
Still I bought a few parts I know might come in handy should the thing fail at some point. I like these old burners from the mid 1900's for some reason. Maybe because this type of stove kept me warm through my year of military service back in the days or something. And they just keep on working, which is a good enough reason to still keep them and maintain them, I guess.
As you might know, I like stuff running on fuel and working... it's just a minor deficiancy of profession, mind you.

mandag 22. mai 2017

My 365 project still moving forward

The 365@50 project is still moving forward, day by day. I just loaded my Nikon F3 with film no.5 this morning after frame no.141 was done.
I'm far behind on posting, I know, but I guess there will be time enough to get them all online before 2017 is done and dusted. Or, I will of course have to post the last few snaps a bit into the new year as this is film and not the usual pixelated stuff. Or, they are of course pixelated in the end due to the scanning process and all, but you know all about that anyway. 

Anyway, here you get four more from the series. All for free as per usual.

#040 One of our ships, the Viking Dynamic steaming out of Cromarty Firth one day in February while we were staying alongside at Nigg. The pilot boat is barely visible just in front of her, as you can clearly see.

#041: One of the huge doors in some kind of production hall they got over there in Scotland. It was rather nice at night time, as it happens. This snap was a bit boring, though. 

#042: Another night time snap from around the port. This jack-up was tied up as well, just as we were. You might remember having seen the scaffolding in front of the thing from a different point of view some time somewhere else in my blog? Just have a good look around and you'll find it, probably.

#043: Oh well... I guess I poked the camera in this direction some day at work. Looks like it's the motorman coming back from one of his many checking rounds around the engine areas. There's a fair bit of stuff to take care of, you see, but somebody's got to do it.

søndag 21. mai 2017

About the weather, and a few of the things I see

Another nice day up here in Norway today. At least around my parts of the country. Around 18 degrees Celsius and sunny most of the day, but a bit more chilly in the evening. Now it's close to midnight, and the clouds have come in bringing something that could turn into rain at some point during the night. Even though the clouds are a bit on the heavy side it's still rather light outside. We have finally reached the time of year when daylight never goes away, and it's probably what makes it worth fighting the dark days of the rest of the year. 
Well, luckily I think the darkness and the crappy weather we usually get up here is a bit refreshing which probably makes the life a bit easier to me compared to a lot of people usually having a hard time through the darkness of the wintertime. 

This thing called out for some attention one of the days alongside in Lerwick a few weeks ago. The smoking area for the dock workers, I guess. Linesmen and the likes, fork lift drivers and what have you working inside the area. I sort of like the composition, with the lines and everything. The snap would probably have worked a bit better if some random smoker were actually using the facility at the time, but then again I guess we should be more than happy with the thing getting as little use as possible. It's not the best of habits, as we have learned to know through the last few decades. I think this was the Leica M6, 35mm Summicron lens, snapped on HP5+ film. 

We just had a few visitors coming by. Young people, you know. Daughters with friends and dogs and everything, and even a boyfriend I was not aware of. We served hamburgers from the barbeque (and veggie-burgers for the ones in need of that) and by the looks of things I initially thought they were only coming for the free food. Turned out that they had a bit of time to spare for the old folks, so we had a few hours of great chatting and a generally nice time outdoors. We like that sort of thing, you know. 

One of the holes in the wall of the outer breakwater of Peterhead harbor. At least it looks like they will be able to make a hole out of it if needed some day. It's not the best of berths to have for a big ship this place, as the current and swell from the North Sea is making life a bit busy on board a ship even on a nice day up there. Leica M3, Elmarit 21mm lens on Ilford PAN400 shot at box speed.  

Tomorrow is Sunday. Nothing much planned, but I got a few things on my list of things that have to get done before I go to work again. Leaving Wednesday very early morning for Scotland again, so I probably need to use parts of the Sunday as well to have even the tiniest chance to get the things done in time. What I definitely know is that any dark room printing will not be done during this trip at home. Good thing is that I now know what's hiding inside the darkroom at my local photo club. A couple of enlargers and a rather good collections of trays and stuff. The deal is that I can use it whenever I like, which suits me quite well as you probably understand. I just have to pick up the key and lock myself in and out as I please for a day or three. Sounds great... huh?
I will give it a try as soon as I get the chance. I promise.
Other things...? Nah, not really. I stumbled around with the Rolleiflex in hand for a few hours today, but nothing came out of it, I think. 
But I did snap the daily one, though. As I'm doing every day, of course. Nothing grand, mind you. 

Another one from the same film as above. I noticed this scene during a lunch walk outside of my cabin last time at work. Nothing much to say about it, as you quite clearly can see. The orange filter was attached, making the whole thing looking a bit graphic and contrasty. I'm not too sure if I really like it, but might be worth posting anyway. Leica M3, Elmarit 21mm and Ilford PAN400 film. 

fredag 19. mai 2017

I've been away, I know!

Not that I've been far away, as such, but away from the blog as you probably have managed to figure out well enough. Been enjoying life and stuff like that lately, as you should when you live where I do and having a few weeks of sunshine and mild(ish) weather. At least the temperatures has been great the last couple of days, but the weather as such has been absolutely fantastic for three weeks now. That does not happen every year, just saying!

A few of the "lines" I found during the short photography session at the photoclub last week. All of them straight, as you can see. There was some curvy ones as well as it happens, but that's for another day to see. I liked these windows, of course. Rolleiflex, HP5+ dunked in Rodinal. 

No big news when it comes to photography though. 
I've been around the hood for a few trips, snapped a couple of films of course. Nothing that will wipe any of you off your chairs one way or the other, mind you. 
Just done scanning a few recently developed rolls, but it's more or less the same old story there as well. Nothing ground breaking at all, it seems. They are all from that same roll of 120 film, the four posted here and now. It's probably all you will ever see from it as well.

This is Flø, not too far away from the cottage by the sea. You only have to drive for two minutes to get on the 20 min. ferry to take you over to the other side of the fjord, and then drive for another 15 min. or so. Then you're there looking at this, having the lovely light coming in and all. It's beautiful, at least when you manage to decide whether you want to expose for the sky or the stones in the foreground. Same camera and the same film as the one above. 

Oh, and I was at a meeting in the local photography club last week. It was a good couple of hours spent, and I even managed to take a few snaps with the old Rolleiflex believe it or not. The subject for the evening were "lines", and I found a few of them around the old building where the meetings are held. 
They got a darkroom there as well, but I've not seen it yet. It's not been used for quite a while, but I hope to be able to get that part sorted rather soon. 
One of the board members of the club has agreed to meet me tomorrow bringing a few keys so we can get in there and check out the condition and to what degree it's equipped. 
We'll find out some time later today, I hope. 

See? There's a nice beach here and everything. Nothing like the western isles over in the UK or anything, but compared to everywhere else over here it's nice. Period.

There suddenly was a real rush on my blog the last few days. I realized this just a couple of hours ago when starting to write this post. I started to wonder what all the fuzz was about, and think I found the reason of all the razzamatazz coming from this place as my blog friend over in the US, Mr. Jim Grey has been featured with his list of film blogs at PetaPixel. At least that's what I think it is, but I'm sure the good man over there will put things right if that's not right in any way. I just wanted to say it's a great list of blogs, and a very handy thing to find and look through from time to time, or even find a few new to follow. I hope I can at least get a couple of new followers out of it. It's really needed, I can tell you that much. 
Not that I'm going to stop blogging just because the interest is limited though, but you know. It's always nice to know someone is having a quick look at what you do, and to read the words you wright. 
The never ending waves hitting the beach at Flø right over there, pointing to the other side of the fjord and over that hill over there. It's a really nice place, as you obviously can see with your own eyes. Rolleiflex, HP5+ and Rodinal 1:25 

onsdag 26. april 2017

Four More, From Film #02 of 365@50

Oh ho, yes. I also have the second film from The Project developed and ready for posting. 
These four, and the few next to come, is from Nigg in Scotland. Just where Cromarty Firth becomes a firth up there on the north end. 
I was here, as you might remember, some time ago now. With the ship and everything, and we stayed for quite a few days. 
You better brace yourselves!





lørdag 22. april 2017

It's ice cold over here right now!

Lerwick, Shetland.
Alongside Greenhead Base and everything is well, it seems. We came here a couple of days ago, but we've been busy enough trying to get a few bits and pieces up and running again. There's a million systems on this rather big lump of steel as you might understand, meaning there's always something not quite as good as it should be. I guess that's why there's four of each and every pump or thing on board. If something breaks, we just start it's twin component and everything is running as intended as by magic. Some day you just have to start doing something with them broken units, of course. I think yesterday and today has been those days. 
I'm a bit fed up on the subjects welding, grinding and hydraulic oil after todays session I must admit. Let's hope I'm looking at things from a bit more positive side for tomorrow. 

I was in town one evening. Waiting for the wife to finish work to drive her back home. It was raining, and I thought I could just as well try to get one or two snaps of light on rain drops. It was a good night for that kind of exersise. I got a vague feeling these were done on one of the rangefinders, but I'm not 100% sure.

I've even been walking about on the quayside to take a few snaps. Just had to get out to get some fresh air when the working day was done today. The light was dull though, hence probably the photos will be just that as well. There might be one or two, so we will have to wait and see as usual. 
The daily pick had to be from the workshop today. Bits and pieces and stuff... overloaded work bench and all that crap, you know. It looks like somebody threw in a medium sized bomb, shut the door and ran off. Looks like we got some cleaning up to do before we get home. 
Not many days left now, by the way. I got tickets for Wednesday, and really looking forward to get home. I just hope the weather will turn a wee bit warmer soon, because this is more or less like mid winter. It even snowed a few times both today and yesterday. We don't want snow now, just saying. We want spring, and then we want summer. And we want a nice one, because we deserve it :))

onsdag 19. april 2017

Quick Report from where decisions lives shortly

Just a quick one from out at sea.
Looks like we're getting closer to the end of this job now as we're just sitting on top of a valve (some sort of christmas tree) to check that the applied pressure is not going to sink during the next 24 hrs. Or, we are actually 12 hours into the check already. 
Ever been watching paint drying? OK. This is exactly the same thing. One camera, one ROV and one manometer showing a steady reading, as it should. I mean, how many hours would you actually need to make sure your car tyres didn't leak? And would you ever dare taking them out on the road again after making sure that everything was OK? They could start leaking just 20 meters down the drive for all you know. 
Nah... let's disconnect the whole thing and get ashore. That's my view of it anyway.
Seems that the client is of a bit different meaning, and it's his money after all...

Another one from the Cromarty Firth and the walk on any other Sunday during the cold period a couple of months ago. Nikon with 105mm lens attached.

There's people with influence on board at the moment. Which obviously gives me a lot of headache. A few days ago I was told we're going to Peterhead after this job is done, so I ordered some diesel just to make sure we can make it through the next little job we're due on. 
Then they suddenly decided that Lerwick on Shetland was a much better option, so I had to cancel my order of 400 000 litres in Peterhead and make a new order of the same amount in Lerwick. Then they didn't know where to go at all... so I had to cancel the order of 400 000 litres in Lerwick, and a few minutes later they suddenly decided that Lerwick sounds great after all...

So, I gave up the whole thing and decided to just wait and see where I will wake up whenever they decide to sail in. 
Looks like we're staying in for a few days anyway so there will probably be time enough to get it all on board when we get there... wherever that would be. 
I must be a bit stupid, as I should know these guys well enough to not jump on the first thing I hear them saying while their goal sill is days ahead... 

Same place, same walk. A proper mainland fence with additional barbed wire on top and everything. I couldn't see any obvious reason for it though, as all you had to do was to go around it if you pleased.

The road. The steep one. Nigg, Scotland. Late January 2017.

lørdag 15. april 2017

In the middle of where it all happens

I'm rather stuck out at the Brent field on the UK sector of the North Sea at the moment. This field has been in operation since 1976 and there has been a conciderable amount of oil and gas delivered from this place up through the years. There are four rigs in production on this field, but it seems that it's hay days are over and the field is about to get decommissioned over the next decade or so. Everything will be removed, and not a trace left behind either above the surface or at the sea bed. That's what they're saying, anyway.

A couple of snaps from Nigg, again. The same jackup rig as seen both in moonlight and sunlight, as I went walking around this area for quite a few days the last time I was at work. There's nothing much to say about them other than the obvious. The first one is from the old rangefinder handheld at about 1/2 sec or so done on some rough Kentmere 400 film. The daylight snap I think is from a Nikon FM2 on FP4 film.

I just went outside to have a quick look around the horizon, and were able to count 24 rigs quite easily visible even though the weather and visibility is not 100% perfect. I know we are close to the norwegian borderline, so a few of these 24 rigs are surely norwegian ones. I can easily see and recognize the Statfjord (A, B and C) and a couple of other norwegian fields, I've been there a lot some six to eight years ago you know, and they have not changed much obviously.

Oh, and about dogs then;
I'm a dog person. For some reason they seem to connect with me in some kind of strange way. The two above came over to me the last time I was walking around the area of Nigg in Scotland. Came out of nowhere on the beach they did, and one of them carried a ball which was placed right in front of my feet before the two of them took the above shown position with their eyes glued to the round thing. 
I played with them for ten minutes or so before the poor owner came to some sort of rescue. A fairly aged man with not very much oomph back in his legs, but with a very clear voice and head I should hasten to add. We talked for about half an hour as I also tried to keep the two four legged ones busy by throwing the ball in every thinkable direction. 
The ball disappeared, and I thought that would be the right moment to sneak away, as the two dogs did not want me out of there for some reason and right now they  were very busy trying to locate the ball.
I left and had probably walked for about 500 meters or so when the busiest of the two dogs suddenly appeared again, with the ball ready of course. 
So I turned around and walked back as I constantly threw the ball into the direction of the owner. Nothing worked. I actually had to stay at the car for the old man to get the dogs back inside of it. 
He told me he have had dogs for about seventy years, and that he had never experienced something like this before... ever. 
I was more or less waiting for him to ask me if I would take them, but luckily he never did. I mean what good would ever come out of that? The dogs would have to learn the norwegian language, or I had to speak some strange scottish dialect for them to understand me and everything. Nah, that would just get very frustrating for some of us in the end. 

Seems like we finally have a plan, sort of...

Another couple of snaps coming your way folks. Just negative scans, as per usual. I need to get something done about that some time soon, of course. Can't see it happen at any point during the next two or three weeks as I will still be out on the big blue for a little while more. 
Looks like I'm coming towards the end of film #03 of the 365 project as well. Only a few more frames and I'll have to change the roll and put in a fresh one. I got a couple of rolls inside my bag, so don't worry about that. I'm a bit in doubt though if I better slow it down to 400 ASA at this time of year, or if I just should carry on with the same push through the full project. 
I think I'll sleep on that one, to be honest. 

The plan forward when it comes to work seems to be something like this:
- Stay on this current job for another five or six days
- Go in to Lerwick for a quick stop, some fuel and get rid of stuff on deck
- Go out again to more or less the same place for a couple of days work
- Go to Peterhead to demob stuff and send the client people away (that's home) for a while
- Go home on the 27th
- Get back on the 25th of May, probably down south in Great Yarmouth
- Sail north to get a job done somewhere east of Shetland
- Sail over to Ireland to do some work off the coast over there
- Crew change and go home from Killybegs, Ireland.

That's the plan, anyway. What things looks like when reality kicks in, nobody knows. That's as per usual in this kind of game, as you might have come to learn. 
At least I must say I really hope to get the chance to get a quick glimpse of Ireland, at last...

The same scaffolding as posted a few days ago, but with a bit different view on the thing. Oh, and this was taken in bright sunlight with a yellow filter mounted on the fine german 35mm lens I got for the old rangefinder. 

I think this was seen through the Nikon FM2 from up the hill above Nigg, in the norhtern end of Cromarty Firth a while ago. It was a nice enough day for a walk, but I ended up going alone from the ship. Lazy folks I'm sailing with, probably. Or maybe they had work to do? I guess not, since it was on a sunday and we had been in port for quite a long time anyway. Oh well, at least this is the view you get from up there, in the middle of the hill somewhere.