Amidst the boxes following the house move were four or five full of my father’s photo’s. I knew they were at the back of a cupboard in the old house but now I have time to explore the images. Taken with a Voigtlander Perkeo, a camera known for its ‘soft’ lenses giving a slight blur around the subject and propensity to exaggerate flare the tiny snapshot images have a beauty that the digital scans cannot capture. This series documenting a day on the river with friends I particularly wanted to share because I love the way nothing really happens – the beers are collected, a chap has fallen in the river, two guys have been skinny dipping, everyone beds down for a post lunch snooze – but the blurred over exposed images are imbued with a sense of calm – time passing very slowly on a summers day a long time ago.
Photography was my father’s passion and blown-up images of English towns and countryside in the 50’s are beautiful but it’s the snapshots that hold my attention. I’m toying with a side blog to explore the images – it’s the detail of the everyday I love, Alexandria and Durban in the Second World War, walking with the Ramblers Association, the interiors of pubs and coaches in the 40’s and 50’s. A project for later maybe.
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