As I was heading off to Hogmoney I couldn’t find my digital camera anywhere. However, I did have my old APS camera and a lot of out of date film.
The thing about film is that you’re aware there’s a limit on the number of shots you can take with it. So I was wary of the APS and most of my Hog pictures were taken on my phone. I took a few wintery shots and finally finished the roll at the Ida Maria gig earlier this month.
My little APS has never been happy with the dark- low light photos have always had a lot of noise in them- so the excessive grain probably isn’t down to the fact the film was supposed to be used in 2005.
I have a few more rolls of film, APS and 35mm, lying around and I may use them up as well. So I’ve created a 2009 On Film set on Flickr.
Actually, the Shudehill photos were taken on Saturday, but I’ll include them here because I’ve just uploaded them.
I realised that I wasn’t going to hit my 50 miles a week cycling target if I didn’t go out for a ride on Sunday. So I headed out to the Quays to meet my sister and take a few shots. Loaded down with three cameras (1 digital, 1 SLR, 1 APS) and a tripod I safely navigated the Mancunian Way and parked up outside the War Museum, meeting Jo on the bridge.
The bridge is photogenic, and frames the War Museum rather nicely. But there’s a sign (“No pleasure craft beyond this point”) that spoils all the best views. I took a photo anyway.
At this point the trip nearly came to a halt when we spotted a severed leg floating in the Quays. It freaked us out for a while as we watched it and came to the conclusion it was from a mannequin.
Putting the shivers aside we walked toward the water sports centre and photographed egotastic architecture, anti aircraft guns and swans.
I took the same photo a few times on the three different cameras, courtesy of the tripod allowing a fixed position, for a comparison of the technologies’ qualities. But I haven’t had the SLR’s film developed yet, so you can’t see them. Shortly after this the digital’s batteries failed and the replacement set proved to be flat as well. Consequently I used up a whole roll of APS, but I’m saving most of those for the upcoming resurrection of Discontinuous Infill.
Most of them. You can have this bovine shot for now.
Feeling a bit wierd. Too much thinking about careers or the lack of them. A walk around the northern quarter is good for clearing the head and, when i set off, we were having one of those beautiful clear days.
Despite picking up my shiny new camera yesterday i’ve been using my old aps. I have to finish the film in it or it’ll sit there for a year until i get round to it. Technorati tag: moblog
I’ve missed a number of stories this week, so a quick bit of catch-up.
Kodak is going to curtail production of their 35mm, and APS, cameras. People are lamenting this, and the news that digital cameras outsold film for the first time last year, means that film is dead. Which is rubbish. In the same way that vinyl is still around, there will always be a place for chemical film in cameras. I have six cameras, if you count the phonecam and the groovy, grainy lo-res digicam Damian leant me, and they’re split evenly between digital and film. And I’ll never give up one for the other. Film is lush and will almost always produce a richer image, especially in pure light. Digital allows multiple exposures cheaply, instant results and cool effects of its own.
If a company outfitted its offices with everything except chairs and their employees were expected to provide their own seating arrangements from their own pockets there would be an outcry. This is what’s happening in the Army. A soldier died in Iraq after having to give his enhanced body armour back. Almost as bad as this disaster was the news that he had spent over a thousand pounds getting equipment that the Army hadn’t provided but which he needed for deployment to Iraq. Never mind the stupidity of the invasion, it’s positively criminal to send soldiers into action if we can’t even be bothered to equip them properly.
There were screams of derision and horror when the supposed list of the top ten British sitcoms was announced. How the fuck did Vicar of Dibley get into the top ten, let alone the top fifty? And where was Coupling? At least The Orifice only made it to twenty five.
I may currently be penurious doley scum, but my heritage is middle class. It might not be if my parents hadn’t had grants to fund them through higher education. Grants all but died a decade ago, replaced by loans and now they want to shift even more of the expense onto the student. I hate to admit it, but Michael Howard actually made a good point- if you’re going to charge people for going into higher education, why not charge sixth formers. After all, they have chosen to stay on whilst those who left school at sixteen will have gone into work and they’re tax will be funding those free loaders who are trying to get A levels. News flash to Tony, most students do go on to pay a graduate tax because they get better paid jobs and head up the tax brackets. They also give much more back to the country. If you want to get students from poorer backgrounds into University don’t threaten them with twenty five years of debt, promise them funding and a prosperous future.