The last shot from the roll of C200 today. Nothing spectacular, just a bunch of excavators behind a wall. You can see their colourful arms peeking up from other places on the road too, but I’m not sure there’s any way to get a closer look. I’m sure there would be interesting photos to be had if so.
There seems to be a stray fire-engine in there with them too!
These excavators Raise their arms like dinosaurs Behind the stone wall
At Renishaw stands this old constabulary and courthouse building. No longer an official building, it is now a private residence, although the courthouse was (and may still be for all I know) a military museum open to the pubic for a while. The overgrown frontages can make it seem like the structure is abandoned though.
The building was built in 1904 and the courthouse bore witness to Sylvia Pankhurst, daughter of the suffragette movement leader Emeline, being charged with seditious speech and fined fifty pounds.
People arrested And children of suffragettes Once passed through this place
Foregoing the law of photography stipulating that petrol stations (or gas stations to my trans-Atlantic friends) should be photographed at night, preferably with mist / fog and maybe using re-spooled motion picture film, here’s one shot during the hours of daylight using cheap consumer-grade film in the shape of Fujifilm’s budget C200 stock.
Most of the petrol stations I see hee in the UK are owned by one of the large franchises such as Shell, BP or Jet, or are owned by supermarket chains. I’m not sure how big an organisation Tate Oil is, but I don’t generally see many of their stations while out and about (or at least when allowed to be out and about in a vehicle in these lockdown times), so it’s a bit of a novelty.
There used to be a whole array of smaller chains around – especially when you went out into the countryside and off the beaten track – but many of these seem to have fallen by the wayside. Many of the stations I see when driving through Lincolnshire on trips to the coast are no longer selling fuel and have become forecourts for car dealerships.
Gas stations at night Can seem to be de rigueur Here’s one in daylight
There are a number of these “Tudor”-style houses that I pass on the way to Rother Valley Country Park. They were built in the 80s. Most of them still look pretty well kept, but I wonder if the particular design involves additional upkeep not required by the more standard brick-fronted properties?
Would Tudor people Have lived in a house like this? Something tells me no
I’d planned on a long walk this morning as the weather forecast was for a clear, frosty morning. As usual though, the weather forecast was bullsh*t, and the sky was grey cloud as far as the eye could see with not a hint of frost. There wasn’t even any mist or haze that might have made it worthwhile in photograpy terms. I felt dejected and the thought of a walk where I would make lacklustre, for the sake of it, photos didn’t really appeal so I took the idea off the table. I had a number of other things to do indoors anyway.
The walk will wait for another day, although – as I’m back at work on Monday – it will have to be at another weekend as it’s much too long a distance to make during a lunch-break or something. I think part of my not going out is also lockdown blues. Even though there is light at the end of the tunnel, that’s still several weeks away and the thought of wandering the same places over and over is becoming less attractive by the day. Just the chance of driving a few miles will allow me to get a bit of an inspirational re-charge and the freedom to do so can’t come soon enough.
Two images today of the same electricity pylon. the first made just beside a railway footbridge, the second made a few minutes later from atop another railway footbridge.
I’m sick of lockdown I have an urge to go roam And it’s unfulfilled
I’ve walked past this bungalow on a number of occasions and noticed a Jack Russel terrier peeking out the window. On this day I snapped his picture as I walked by.
Back in December, not long before Christmas, was the last time I visited the city centre. Less than a fortnight later the nation was placed back into lockdown and it became off-limits. The day in question was bright with sunshine and I spent an hour or two wandering around with my Texas Leica and the Sure Shot Supreme. The Supreme has been my “coat-pocket camera” for the past few months, going with me most places whereupon I would make the occasional picture when something caught my eye. Mostly, in these cases, I don’t really keep track of where and when I made each photo unless there’s something notable enough to get captured on my timeline. In this case, due to the Pandemic, a walk around town fell into that category. The roll of film in the camera was finally finished towards the end of last month (the Supreme has some Colorplus in there now).
The two images shown here are, respectively, the Yorkshire Artspace Persistence Works building, and the Rutland Arms pub. They sit opposite one another on the corner where Brown Street and Furnival Lane meet. I’ve never been inside either of them.
Hopefully I’ll get to see them (and the rest of the city centre) again before too long.
It’s easy to miss The things you take for granted When they’re out of reach
The last frame from the roll of Colorplus that had been left in the DL-270 – literally so in two cases (I don’t think I’ll be posting any of the others AND it was the last frame on the roll, hence why it’s cropped to a slightly stunted ratio).
I tested the capability of the lens on the camera quite strongly by deliberately making a number of shots straight towards the sun, albeit trying to obscure its disk behind scenery – in this case the counterweight that helps balance the cable-pulled waterski structures. It passed all tests in this regard.
Fuji DL-270 Zoom Super & Kodak Colorplus. Grain2Pixel conversion.
Dotter around the shore of the lakes at Rother Valley Country Park are these life ring holders. They all show environmental wear with cracked paint and algae growth. I expect that they are regularly checked to ensure that they’re fit for purpose, but they have a definite patina’d look about them now.
Although the lens on this compact camera doesn’t feel as sharp as some others I use, it still has a nice took to it. There’s a painterly feel to some of the images it’s made and I like the way it has rendered the waterski cafe on the opposite side of the lake, along with the caravan and (way back on the top of the hill) a white-sided building.
Fuji DL-270 Zoom Super & Kodak Colorplus. Grain2Pixel conversion.
Another photo from my “Whoah! Where the heck did those colours come from?!?!” series. I know I’ve mentioned it on more than one occasion already but, just, wow. The shots with this willow lit by the rising sun have got beautiful complementary tones – that classic, and perhaps over-used, orange and teal thing. I’ve not tinkered with the colours at all in these shots – it’s how they popped into being after converting the negatives with Grain2Pixel. Sometimes I can have to work at things with certain film stocks and Grain2Pixel, but these just landed perfectly.
I will confess to a bit of Photoshoppery to remove a trio of distracting ducks (or maybe they were gulls) bobbing about in the water behind the swan. I’m usually relucant to edit my photos in this way (apart from getting rid of bits of debris), but in this case I think it made the picture a lot better.
Fuji DL-270 Zoom Super & Kodak Colorplus. Grain2Pixel conversion.
