Thursday, November 26, 2020

GAS

No, not that kind of gas!  In fact not any type of gas you may normally associate with the word GAS.. Gas in this case stands for.. wait for it..

Gear

Acquisition

Syndrome

Most comonly suffered by the male of the homo sapiens sapiens species, although the females have their own version (shop therapy, shoe acquisition syndrome etc).  Oh, and before my female readers get their knickers in a knot.. SATIRE ALERT!

GAS normally relates to technological items of a complicated and convoluted sort, something that takes us males ages to understand and make work properly, and once we've mastered how they work.. we turn to the next item on our G.A.S. list..  GAS items normally include cars, cameras and lenses, complicated pocket-knives, watches (normally of the expensive swiss kind) and, strangely, bags.  Something in common with our female folk.



If you have been bitten by GAS you will know exactly what I'm talking about.  If you haven't or are female then let me explain.  The male mind (and yes, generic gender generalizations will be the feature of this "article") revels in complicated dials and switches, mechanical movements made by the hands of "man" (in case you think me a misogynist, check out pictures of a Nikon factory in Japan.. mostly women!) for the hands of man to control.  However our minds are on a constant search for the perfect complication.  Be that the nice mechanical click sound the latest camera makes, to the imperceptible high-frequency beat of a mechanical watch that sounds like an old fire-engine on steroids, albeit very very far away.  If you've ever paused to LISTEN to your watch more than once, you my friend have GAS.

Now GAS can range from the relatively harmless to divorce level material, insofar as it interferes with one's ability to connect with one's better half (again generic gender stereotype, as how could one half be better than the other?!).  However it does allow man's desire for infidelity to find a relatively innocuous release, especially when viewed by our spouses.  Think for a moment which your wife or partner would prefer.. you going out with the latest model blond bombshell... or swapping the merc for a bmw?!

GAS also allows for the male mind's desire for total and complete control of something rather complicated.  Seeing as we are unable to manage to control our spouses in any discernable way, or indeed to understand them, we concentrate our attentions on an inanimate object that must follow the immutable laws of physics as well as the less clearly defined rules of logic.. depending on who's logic was used to create the item in question.  This has brought the western male mind into contact with ZEN thinking that is the basis of Japanese design, as well as the art of the needless complication as exemplified by Swiss watch manufacturers.

And how has GAS affected me?  Well I suffer from multiple manifestations of GAS driven in part by the fall of film camera prices, the almost instant availability via platforms like EBAY and the ability to dispose of some of my income indiscriminately.  My kids are still young so planning for university fees hasn't quite hit me yet. Or that's what I'll tell then when they come asking for money and I peer above my mountain of used cameras and lenses...


GAS can get out of control, and in this day and age of the internet where access is but a click away you can lose a lot of time window-shopping and selecting bid or buy.  Back in the day you'd have to search out your favourite camera store, the monthly nic-nack market, or wait for the weekly autotrader mag to see what vintage model soft-tops there were.. or whatever forum there was for your GAS item of desire...  But today the acceleration of GAS is given by the almost always on internet shopping possibilities, as well as being able to go to far-flung corners of the world to find stuff.  I mean I got a bit of camera stuff from LATVIA the other day.. posted to Australia.. and now on it's way to Mozambique.  The power of online shopping, fast shipping and willing mules has made my GAS explode exponentially.  But now my wife is starting to wonder if I am wed to her, or to a camera store.

My GAS takes other forms as well.. sadly of the even more expensive kind.. Watches.  Although here there is a practical aspect limiting my purchasing, and that is that I have only 2 arms on which to wear my watches. And because they are all mecchanical, it takes a lot of time every day to keep them all ticking along.  One could make the same argument about my cameras, i.e. only having two eyes, but I find that putting 2 cameras to my face slightly (note I said only slightly) ridiculous, and in fact the different cameas I have serve different purposes and indeed take different film formats which changes their characters completely.  At least that's what I tell myself.  My wife can't tell the difference between a photo taken with one camera or another...or with my smartphone for that matter.  And.. neither can most photographers.

With lenses the equation changes substantially.  There I can go wild.  I'm told the average photographer owns 2.2 lenses.  The poor bugger with the .2 of a lens must be really be pissed off! However the reality is that most people buy an SLR with one consumer zoom lens and live happily ever after.  Then there are the GAS guys (invariably guys!) who have to absolutely cover every focal length from here to infinity and struggle with bags of 8 or 9 lenses.  I make sure the average stays up!

And where will this take us, this GAS?  Well, have you ever heard of an estate sale?!  Rarely does one's offspring take as much care or interest in the things that we took so long and worked so hard to amass.  In fact they probably have an aversion to those things, seeing them as useless baubles, or things that took their parent's time away from them.. And so many end up on the auctioneer's block.  Or worse Cash Crusaders.  Guess where I'm headed next?!







Monday, November 16, 2020

Xefina Revisited (Again)

Some of you may (or may not!) know that in 2008 I published a photobook via Blurb called "Xefina Island".  That book was made using photos shot over a two year period, from 2007 and 2008.  I had been visiting this small sandbank of an island for much longer than that,  and have managed a few trips back since my book, although the last was in early 2017...  What could more that 3 years do to an island already ravaged by the forces of nature?  A lot, as I learned this past weekend!  

However the island continues to live in an eerie calm, just perched at almost walking distance from the Costa do Sol beaches of Maputo.  Although it maintains it's mystery for most Maputans, except for a few intrepid kiteboarders, it is a habitual haunt for a significant number of fishermen that use it's beach as a launching point for their expeditions.  A small village is home to some of the poorest people in Mozambique, though rich in pride and humility.  I was fortunate to have had had a nice interaction with some of them while taking these photographs.

I have to confess that the impetus for this trip were a photographer friend, Nii Obadia, as well as my wife.  Through the former's insistance and latter's organisation, we were able to make it onto the island.  Here are some pictures from yesterday's trip.  Hope you enjoy.

 

 
Fisherman on structure


 
Wait, am I in your photo?

 
New beach structures


 
Claw


 
Monolith

 

 
Fishermen and structures


 
Differing horizon lines


 
My favourite structure

 
Local fishermen with their catch of oysters

The long walk back to our boat

 

 

For the technically minded these photographs were taken with a Canon 1Ds mark III, which was released about the time I started photographing this island (2007!).  Coupled with this camera were two Nikon (!) lenses, a 17-35 f2.8 and an 85mm f2.8 Tilt and Shift lens.  Other photographs (not shown yet) were taken with a Hasselblad 500CM with a 50mm f4 Zeiss lens on Kodak Plus X 125 asa film.  Oh, and for the record, I used the Gitzo tripod I saved from oblivion as reported in this blog page.