It happens. I’d got into my head there there was a shot here somewhere. All that was required was to bring all the elements together. First it was just the shape of the monitors and the perspective down the platform, then it need a train, then both trains, then people in the monitors, then rain, then the guard… and motion… you don’t want to know how many evenings i spent there hoping all the pieces to come together.
And, these aren’t even my favourite trains!
In order to fulfill a request for a high quality scan (more ragged trousered philanthropy on my part…) i’ve been looking at an old (01.09) of negatives and wondering how to do a better job of scanning them.
They are obviously over exposed, and have always scanned with a huge amount of grain. It has always seemed to be that it’s easier to rescue underexposed negatives when scanning, the opposite when printing. With some experimentation i’ve managed to badger Silverfast into giving me what, to me at least, is an interesting result.
Really like the feel of them now. An uneasy nostalgia.
Another situation where i fought with myself over whether or not to crop. There is nothing (?!) that annoys me more than un-intentionally off horizons, and yet i can’t bring myself to make the cuts!
Enoshima, Japan. January 2009. Hasselblad 503cw, CFE 80mm, Ilford SFX 200 @200, with an R72 Infrared Filter. Developed in Rodinal.
Think i’d like to print one of the last two… decisions, decisions.
The people next door are having a birthday party. Marquee, catering, jazz quartet… it leaked into the picture.
Had a few hours to mess around with old photographs today. It’s fun whittling down the junk, and trying to focus on the ones that speak to you. My ideas of processing have really changed over the years, one might even go so far as to say they’ve matured… I’ll post a few of the re-worked images over the next little while.
Hard to explain the attraction of the above. The Tama River was a ‘magical barrier’ between Tokyo and home. One side dull old Kanagawa, the other good times in Tokyo. Can’t even being to imagine how many time i made this journey, and i was certainly sick of it after ten years, but this photograph brings back all the excitement of a ‘night out’.