Before coming here last time, I bought a Hasselblad 500cm in apparrently very good nick, tired of the unreliability of my old Bronica S2A, semi trusty medium format bought in 1999 in Havana for 80 bucks. The light seal had gone, and though I’d wanted to test her with a couple of rolls before I set off, somehow it passed me by to do so, and when the scans came back from the lab, there was intermittent light seal fogging on some of the shots all of the rolls. Several lessons there… so i fixed the seal before i came, and tested it and, fingers crossed, all well… slw connection here trying to put up some snaps but not working well…
the not so interesting conclusion to this train of thought is that the digital camera i found by the side
of the road in Cornwall a couple of months ago has now taken first place in a long line of cranky image beasts it has been my ongoing and seemingly unavoidable pleasure to own. i think kipping on top of it under the trees might not have helped. there’s some gearing gone when it tuns on, so you have to kinda help her out to close and open now, so any postings before home from now on will probably deterioate in image coherence… though who know what might arise from the jaws of technical adversity. We’ll see what arises from the conversation of the cameras and the Syrian desert.
So I’ve started a portrait series on people who pwer walk on the Corniche in the evening, and i took some cool portraits of downtown skaters a couple of days ago… It’s hot here, but we like it. Dining out in good company, reading Lord of the Barnyard by Tristan Egolf, went to Tyr (Sour) 15 miles from Israel to the beach and the souk, and a subteranean sushi reataurant, the lobby yo yo-ing diners in and out all night long.
