Susan Burnstine

Mysterious black and white Holga-style pictures

Holga

Here are some more Holga photos. I've cropped some and increased the saturation on most as they were a bit peely-wally looking.


The University tower (I take a lot of photos of it).

Triple exposure of stained glass windows in the chapel.

Tree in Kelvingrove Park.

At last! Proof that the tower loves me back...you can just see it sneaking into the bottom left hand corner of the shot in this photo of a war memorial in the Park.

More Holga

Double exposure of Starry Starry Night in Ruthven Lane

The (very) dark corners of the cloisters.

The tower again, double exposure with fallen leaves.

Modern Beethoven?

Well, according to Gramophone magazine.

Leaf caught in a bush.

Reflections in a pot. Not sure if you can really make it out here, but on the left hand side there's some fish frying. Apparently the comment of the Fish Man (who's from Fife) when selling them was "Them huddock are big as whales."

Sewing stuff

While looking for online patterns, I came across tackyliving.com which has some very cool patterns, but also some truly horrifying ones, such as the brain hat:



I was thinking of sewing something for Stuart and Pamela's new baby, Lachlan, but perhaps I won't try that particular pattern.

I also spotted a method for making a dressmaker's dummy of yourself using an old t-shirt and masking tape. Having something like that would certainly be easier than pinning stuff to yourself to see if it fits. Particularly as I often end up literally pinning things to myself rather than my underwear as I had intended...

Wimsey getting ready to pounce.


Hiding in the leaves.

Leaves

Blue angel

Smiley post

Fiddling around with LightRoom

"Ferry Nice Food" on Ferry Road. Although, since nobody can remember seeing it in operation, the food may not have been as nice as all that...

Old generators on King's Inch Road.

 

 

Glasgow Cathedral Not Quite New Shop. Or in this case, Glasgow Cathedral Not Quite In Focus Or Correctly Exposed Shop. This is one of the prints I made at the weekend darkroom course at Streetlevel Photoworks, (which is currently on the first floor due to renovations).

It was really good, apart from a mixup over ml's and cc's which led to only the bottom third of my film being properly developed (which rendered them kind of stripy). But better to make mistakes now than when I've taken a collection of staggeringly beautiful photos of a never-to-be-repeated event I suppose...

Anyway, hopefully I can now get some more practice in with developing and using my manual SLR (my focusing technique is woefully deteriorated).

(I really have to stop using so many brackets).

 

Contact sheet. Note the lovely stripe down the left hand side of all the pictures.

Archway under the Tron Steeple. 

 

Feet

Myra, one of the other folk on the course, taking some pictures inside Streetlevel. 

 

Newton Strikes Again

If you look at the second photo down, of the traffic without the fire engine, you'll notice some funny rings in the middle of the picture. This happened the last time I took photos on the road at night and I thought it was maybe the zoom lens that was doing it. But as it happened again with the prime lens I had to rethink the whole problem.

Anyway, dredging up stuff from back in the mists of time when I was a physics student, it occurred to me that the pattern looked vaguely familiar, and indeed it turns out to be an example of Newton's Rings, almost certainly caused by the UV filter. Will need to try again without it on.

I must go into town and take some night shots there actually, the city council - who probably feature in the dictionary definition of 'light pollution' - have gone completely mad on coloured floodlighting over the past few months. Which makes a nice change from the Stygian darkness of Cambridge where they considered even street lighting to be too tacky to contemplate.

Had another go at night photos on the Paisley Road, this time with the prime lens. It definitely seems to work better like this, and I managed to catch a fire engine going past. (Not literally, of course, I don't have a net that big).

This time without the fire engine.

Alison and Michael looking elegant and old-fashioned in a hat I got in a wee shop called Mr Ben's out near Trongate. At least, Alison is in the hat. Michael decided it didn't suit him... 

 

Julie in the hat - she thinks she looks like an Agatha Christie society murderess here (presumably on the Orient Express) but I have never known her to murder anyone. Even when they could have done with it... 

 

Me in the 40s hat. 

Fireworks from the window

 

 

Michael and Alison's slightly unconventional approach to housework...;-) 

The view from Michael's flat. It's a lovely view, but this is a terrible photo. I think it may be because I forgot to turn off the image stabiliser before putting the camera on the tripod. Will need to try again next time the Potatoes are over there... 

 

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