I just came back from an assignment in Odessa, that most sunny and relaxed part of Ukraine. After working at the beginning of the week, I managed to wangle a couple of days off taking pictures for myself, and catching up with a bit of sunshine (it was 35 degrees :)) that we're all too short of in Scotland. Today I dropped off a fistful of films at the processors. More of that in a subsequent post, but in the meantime, I of course took my usual pictures of my hotel room for my "Room with a View" series:-
Wroclaw
Sin and redemption in Poland:-
Photography and skiing - Survival Tip No. 104
One of the perks of having children is sometimes you end up doing things that in the normal course of sanity one simply couldn't be fagged doing. Not that unoften, it even turns out to be fun. Take this morning for example. For a start, "morning" isn't usually a word that enters my vocabulary, beyond being that part of the day devoted to cups of coffee and bacon sandwiches. It was pouring with rain. Miserable. In the normal course I would be cowering on the settee listening to the rain hitting the gutter wondering whether it might not be better simply to get back into bed.
But instead, here I was skiing with Liska up at Hillend, getting soaked to the skin. Brilliant fun, probably quite good for my health (pneumonia aside), and not as untasty as eating a salad.
Anyway, the thing that I discovered was this: if you decide to take photos while skiing, it's probably best not to look through the viewfinder and close the other eye. And if you decide to ignore that advice and do it anyway, remember that, if you're using a wide angle lens, when you stop looking through the viewfinder and open both eyes again, you will discover that everything is much closer and that you are going much faster than the wide angle lens led you to believe.
Also, bear in mind that, if you're using ISO 100 film, the vibrations are going to mean that your pictures will be blurry anyway. Especially that last frame you took as you hit the wall covered in mattresses at the bottom of the slope.
Just a thought.
Being film, and seeing as I have some frames left, I don't yet know how blurry they are, and whether they're interesting-blurry, or just blurry-blurry. In the unlikely event it's the former, I'll post one on here. In the meantime, here is a picture I took in a train hurtling down a dark tunnel, which for some reason wasn't blurry in the right bits.
Jeremy the Animator and Other Curiosities
Jeremy the Animator:
Heather the Historian:
Dea the Violinist
London
A room with a view - postcard from Derby
Once the flag waving is over
Minsk Part I
A bomb went off on the Minsk metro the day before yesterday. Politics in Belarus can best be described as murky. The country has not historically had much luck. A third of the population died in WWII, Minsk, like everywhere else in the area, was flattened, then Chernobyl rendered much of its agricultural land unusable. The architects who rebuilt Minsk after the total destruction of the war must have asked themselves "what does Belarus have plenty of?" and the answer was clearly: space.
The scale of Minsk's buildings is simply mind-boggling. These buildings may seem a bit rabbit hutch-like to outsiders, but the people who live in these buildings, at least on the fourth or fifth floor upwards, have the most extraordinary views.
The result? Minsk is a city of people in flats in spectacularly huge but slightly grim buildings with breathtaking views of spectacularly huge but slightly grim buildings full of other people with spectacular views. Everyone must spend a lot of time staring back and forth at each other across the void.
A very wise dog legging it in Bratislava
This dog wasn't born yesterday
Summery weather here at last
To make it feel even better, an echo of Edinburgh's winter
St Petersburg
New Year Carnage
This year we actually managed to climb Carlton Hill for the fireworks, thanks to James and Michelle urging us up the hill we arrived with nearly a minute to spare. Walking home back through the city was a uniquely Hogmanay experience:
Scotberia, or Scotjorca?
It is hard to believe these are the same country. 1) Sylwia being teletransported in a snow drift in central Edinburgh a couple of days ago:
2) And the chilly North - St. Andrews, four months earlier:
Paris
I added my latest picture to the 'Room with a View' series, this time from Paris:
Back in Bratislava
I will always associate November in Bratislava with romance. Sylwia and I originally met at Bratislava Photo Month some 8 or 9 years ago. So of course it was time to go and revisit old haunts, and what better way than to go to the portfolio review event at Photo Month! So that's what we did. This time, we kept bumping into one of our heroes, Martin Parr, first of all in a cafe, then in the street, then in our hotel (of course, it turned out he was staying there). Of course, he doesn't know us from Adam, but he must have thought that we were stalking him.
And I had the most extraordinary morale boost, when I was awarded third prize in the portfolio review event!
Suitably encouraged, we went for a stroll over the Novy Most and into Petrzalka district, which I saw on the horizon years ago and have always wanted to visit. It is a monstruous monument to socialist architecture. Vaclav Havel, who became the Czech President after the end of communism, said of Petrzalka:
"I saw the industrial complex of the Slovnaft chemical factory and the giant Petrzalka housing estate right behind it. The view was enough to make me realize that for decades our statesmen and political leaders did not look or did not want to look out of the windows of their airplanes."
So of course I took some pictures. Which I haven't had a chance to prepare, but here are some rough contact scans from my flatbed.
Ray's a laugh
A portrait of our friend Ray. Despite being upside down, he's not from Australia, he's from El Salvador:-