Loosing my focus

This weekend I went off to live in a barn on a sheep farm in distant Wales. It was very nice. The reason for this was it being 'Lad's Weekend' with my church. Jonny and I cycled to 36 miles there, and then back again on Sunday afternoon.

We had a good time without the influences of girls, CU or work... all of which were rather refreshing.

The point of my wonderfully puntastic title to this post, is that I managed to poke my manual 35mm camera into funtionality on Friday, and used it all weekend. It had been lying dormant since January when the mirror got stuck and wouldn't take photos (a weakness in most cameras).

Finally, after deciding to give it a forceful prod, it got unstuck and seemed to click up and down happily enough to be worth trying again. I had a slight concern that the mirror doesn't quite go down fully any more, which may mean that the 'image' on which one targets the focus through the view finder is not quite the same as the one which the film gets exposed to. But it was worth a try.

Today I got back my photos from Jessops, and I am now the ambivalent owner of 36 pieces of brightly coloured smudgy paper. A few of them could be classed as 'arty', a couple almost show what they were meant to, but in most cases they are more instruments towards experience.

I'll scan some of them later to show you. Oh, I also got my black and white film developed, which was half way though when the above problems started. It was nice that they hadn't got destroyed in the process. They were quite good (and wonderfully sharply in focus), and importantly included the few I took of my Grandad.