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35mm, Kodak Tmax p3200, Nikon F2

Recent times on T-Max P3200

June 9, 2022 No Comments

Snow topped bush in Mersey Forest taken on Kodak Tmax 3200

Kodak T-max p3200 is becoming one of my favourite 35mm films. After a bit of trial and error, I now shoot it at ISO 800 (it loves light) and develop it normally in Xtol stock solution. It has just the right amount of grain and contrast and stirs up those nostalgic feelings.

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Hasselblad 500cm, Kodak Tri-X

HUT AT LADY LAKE

May 23, 2021 No Comments

Interior of Lady Lake Hut at the top of Higgs Track, Great Western Tiers.

It was a Friday. It was the first snow of the season, so I went where I usually go when it snows. The first part of the track to Lady Lake Hut was fairly ordinary, Dale Brook was flowing fast beneath the bridge and scatterings of unremarkable brown fungi were visible along the rooty rocky […]

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Hasselblad 500cm, Kodak Tri-X

TEA

February 1, 2021 No Comments

Steam from mug of tea caught in window light at Lady Lake Hut on tri-x film

Just over one hour’s walk gets me to this hut on the Central Plateau. Lady Lake Hut is 1,130 metres above sea level and the walk is steep. Sometimes there is snow outside this window, sometimes frost. When I am there and no-one else is, on a weekday like this, I heat my water and […]

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I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.
Jack Kerouac