Not a scape I'm used to

On another note, I seem to have damaged my little [already distorted due to Duprytens ] finger by falling off an ebike yesterday. never to old to do silly things :-(

Glasgow ginnels

Something about these place girds my loin - or something. They are over the place in cities like Glasgow - and Naples although in Naples I felt less safe to be able to snap them up.

anti-Apple

Glasgee

I found this. A view into the future perhaps?

Church

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Not sure what was happening here but I like the scene all the same.

Antiquities

No, not a self portrait but a snap from the Archaeological Museum in Naples. Thronged on a Sunday as it was free to enter for everyone.

polypan-f

Yes I still have some of this unknown film left - a few hundred metres of the stuff. It's copy-film apparently and only 50 asa. But here I rated it at 250 asa and developed it in PQ universal. Seems to work ok

The light was just lovely as I strolled just outside the village on this day. Ooof, lovely.

Out on the tracks

Out on village tracks with a Bronica

yes, there was sunshine

But the sunshine has gone as as I write it's howling outside. This was with the Bronica

Streart

A little bit of STREet ART from my un-planned stay over in Glasgow recently.

At least I had a camera and film with me. The Minolta 505si and Kentmere 400 film which I sloshed in PQ universal developer.

Nice isn't it?

Il Postino

Have you seen that film Il Postino ? If not you must. It seems it was mainly filmed on the isle of Procida. Of course we went. An expensive and rather unexpected hydrofoil journey took us there where we hired ebikes and toured the small and surprisingly built up island. Looks great at the fishing places though . We had lunch in one such place and then visited a dodgy looking beach where some of the film was filmed. Oh we are such tarts!

Anyway, on the wee road to the beach we saw this fine cemetery - the design of which we don't see too much up here on our island as it would probably be blown away.

Napoli eh?

No, I didn't expect that either.

Scape of a man

This fine newspaper seller in Naples struck me as rather sophisticated. He kindly agreed that I could steal his likeness into my little camera. I'm glad of that.

Hotels

Oof, you know when you are in a classy hotel when the view from your room is like this .......

Holidays eh?

I rather like holidays but goodness I've had it with the travelling these days. At Napoli airport I think.

Duchamp?

Not a Marcel Duchamp exhibition but at the entrance to former church / art gallery in Naples housing a Caravaggio.

A nice exhibition that surprisingly held some wonderful contemporary work by Anish Kapoor and others.

The hydrofoil

bikes

I'm back after an unscheduled night in Glasgee. Ooh that wind!

yup, that's what it is

What the Viv saw

With the Vivitar UW&S - foma200.

Royal Palace, Naples

Former home of the Bourbons - Kings and all that, not biscuits. Now a touristy place complete with dressed up peeps for photo opportunities here resting on the stairs. Huge draughty and dusty rooms not at all homely - a ghastly place to live in I should have thought. 

Herculaneum

Oh yes we went to this place - all tumble down after being buried by ash some years back by Mt Vesuvious located nearby. They have dug it out now - well some of it anyway. Eve loved the place - me less so but it was a nice visit all the same and involved a pleasant enough train ride.

I only had the little Olympus Xa with me and a Vivitar UW&S so was rather pleased with this little snap.

xa views of Stormoway

all Olympus xa/ Kentmere 400 in FD10

Sorry about that the other day. My previous diary entry. It was a bit of shock see – being inserted into this crazy place at speed , late night when you are tired. Trust me.

For goodness sake this place is MAD I tell you. Just poked me ‘ed out the 'otel door and clouds of fumes from the millions of cars and billions of mopeds flying about the place.
Breakfast was Ok though. Buffet with proper fruit and everything. Cheese and buns too.

DON'T tell me ! I'm taking my life in me 'ands every-time I want to cross the road [to get to the other side in case you are asking]. Battered cars are coming from all angles and THEY DON'T STOP at the crossing till you are half way across. I'm having a minor heart attack here - that flippin moped whizzed past an inch from my left ear.

I need a coffee and quick.

OH NO, I think I'm going to get mugged now.
No, he must have had wind or something.


you better listen to this now.

Entry from the diary

At last the door is opened and we spew out from the fetted air that is in a plane for four hours as people fart and cough their way abroad to taste the aviation fuel laden air of the destination airport. I can’t believe we put ourselves through this. It’d better be worth it. At least the luggage is there – and in one piece. That’s a flippin win anyway. Oh and I’m told it was three hour in the air not four – even if it felt like five.

“Taxi?” Oh yes please. We follow the man outside to goodness knows where but yes, a van-like taxi does appear driven by his pal we have already met. Weird. Oop we get and we shoot off barely hampered by the queue of traffic at the airport. This man is an idiot – driving like its the last day of his life. If we carry on it will be the last for all of us. The tyres are squealing on the cobbles, we are thrown across the seats round yet another bend. I’m beginning to wonder if we have been kidnapped or perhaps are being driven by a relative a Roberto Benigni recreating his part in Night of Earth. 

"Pasqualle" the idiot driver fellow offers his hand over his shoulder . Pasqualle is his name I think so I tentatively shake his hand. Bugger, he is smiling. Is he Camorra and are we going to be sold for white slavery of summut? 

Won't get much for me anyway.

At last the hotel is here. Looks ok – even if it does seem to located in a war zone.

Sheep may safely graze

Lazing in the village.

Oh, the delight

More snaps for you to savour the Hebrides to save you the journey.

Don't tell me I don't provide a valuable service.

The best place to visit to photograph

Or something like that I read the other day. Here, the Outer Hebrides and all that. Don't fret, leave you camper van in your drive and sit back and look here. Trust me, I will show you all the best snaps of the place starting here today.

I mean, why trek down to Luskintyre creating havoc on the roads where the sheeps sleep when you have the back end of Argos in Stormoway to look at.

Or here, a fine ginnel that surpasses any beach here I can tell you.

He's leaving the island

He's leaving. He may have left already. Sad, sniffle etc.

Still, I snapped him up with the XA and Kentmere 400 in FD10 - which seems to work.

The brollie

I shall probably cry if you don't like these.

Waiting at the bus stop in a gale

Oooof, that's what it feels like anyway. When the wind is howling, the rain coming at you horizontally and you have just had your hair done. Not that I often have my hair done you understand but I should, only I have to look at myself in the mirror for the time it takes to make the cut and I'm less keen on that I can tell you.

The image? Chemigram.