What makes a home a good one? Light. Niki Trosky and Sula taught me how to light a home properly. Andrea taught me how to build a functional kitchen (what I didn't already know from my mother). Rebecca taught me the importance of candles. Yosh brought about the Listening Station and Josh Ruth the art of hanging art. Homes are wonderful places. I look forward to the next.
Giles here I come. Can't wait to sit on the counter and drink coffee, dogs and fitness. Bread baking, in house workroom. Built in cabinets just begging to be opened and closed. Last night I listened to people move around the home I have built in Montreal from behind a closed door. Not interested in interacting, I listened to the movement and exclaims until Kurt Vile slid around my head and sang to me. Thank god for the album Smoke Ring For My Halo. This is the one home I have ever felt one hundred miles from home in my own room. When I say home I mean house. Displacement in my own home is something I refuse to settle for.
Yesterday I went to Zoi's house, the first friend I made on my own Montreal. Mabel's personal rescue ranger. Zoi rescues cats. My cat introduced us. I can safetly say that there is no one else like her. Tiny little greek woman, wise as the hills, a fierce whispering tiger. Zoi set me up for a future in darkroom with such incredible kindness and generosity. Pushing my loot down the street from her house a few weeks ago felt like highway robbery. Thanks woman. She listened to my indecision and advised me to seek fun in the new year.
Here are some goals:
- FIND MY VOICE
- take an art class in something new
- take a stand in my art
- birth a freaking website already!
- write a story, even if it reads terribly
- have a lot of fun in the adventure
- ride more horses
- master the feel of the Bessa
- use my lightmeter more
- ride through winter/ buy new lights
And just for the hell of it, here is the most recent roll I have shot (with the Voitlander Bessa). Critically speaking, the exposures are mediocre at best (which satisfies me well enough), the composition is nil (shot some great portraits but they were lost due to me not knowing how to set up) and blurry. Other than the fact that the one photo I was excited to see of Abdul the cook in an ally was lost on film, the camera's working mechanics encourage me to keep shooting until I figure out the balance. No hand-to-eye focus on this pup. The external trigger is a new avenue. Makes me feel like I have lived a life before this one, releasing triggers under black throws. Twenties. Probably just as baffled then as I am now.
There are many more factors involved with the Bessa than other other camera I have used. First. Load (120, rectangle exposure, don't F up the reel). The tension from the fresh roll pulled over must be taught but graceful in order for the film to take up evenly on the empty roll each time the camera is wound. There are no teeth to guide while advancing; eventually there comes a feel for the take up. Watch the film backing roll through the light safe peep hole. See a number? Stop advancing.
In the making of the actual picture there are many aspects to consider: aperture, shutter speed (which I am lost on as it needs to be reset manually), distance, advancing.
Adjust aperture based on the intensity of light (I have only shot in daylight and usually set the aperture (diaphragm opening for light) somewhere between 5.6 and 8. This seems to work with a shutter speed between 25 and 50. Adjust dials as necesary. Guess, I am always guessing. Terrible habit. The metal body clicks, there is no denying the feel which helps to memorize the steps. Then declare the line of focus (depth in feet from subject to camera). 2 ft, 4 8 15 infinity. Choose. Set dial.
Everyone stay still. It was really thrilling to yell that on the verge of exposure at the first wedding shot with the Bessa.
|Chelsea & Adam's wedding; Manitoba, 2010.|
Mechanics are exciting! I find it incredibly difficult to shoot with grace with the Bessa. Clearly, as I have learned this week, there is no point to rush the image making process as the picture will inevitably be lost. DAMN learning curve. It can be awkward fiddling around while a stranger waits patiently, two garbage bags hanging.