This blog has milkshake in bidon content, it’s almost too perfect.
Mysterious hedge, not a bike.
Although I may be a bit of a curmudgeonly analogue purist, it has to be said that I remembered yesterday why I have eschewed 35mm for so long.
Keen to use up my remaining 35mm stock before finishing up at uni and thus losing my cheap/free processing, I’ve been snapping away for the last few weeks.
It’s as soon as a I wrestle those grainy little strips into the Epson flat-bed holders that I remember so vividly the low-res stress that is 35mm photography. The quality and immediacy afforded by any modern digital camera far outweighs any of the aesthetic benefits of 35mm.
I certainly won’t be ditching my ARCA any time soon, but I’ll be hard pushed to want to whip out the Balda anytime soon.
Pictured is the Mayne Man at the bottom of an excellent albeit intense descent off of Choinneachain Hill on the North West shore of Loch Turret.