An abandoned project of abandoned Boats on Eastbourne Seafront
Recently, I've found myself delving into my archive of old photos, primarily with the intention of sharing them on social media. My Mamiya RB67 film camera, a long-lost companion, had been gathering dust as I gravitated towards my pinhole cameras. While I briefly reunited with my Mamiya about a year ago, my photography outings have been sparse as of late. At one point, I even contemplated parting ways with my beloved RB to finance other interests, but the thought of bidding it farewell tugged at my heartstrings.
In my quest to unearth photos worth sharing, I stumbled upon forgotten albums filled with images captured by my trusty RB. There's a unique, unparalleled beauty to the photos from the Mamiya – a quality that I believe few other cameras can match. This singular charm has rekindled my desire to embrace this camera once more. Beyond aesthetics, it's a joy to use. Every lever, cog, and spring in the mirror and clockwork mechanism comes to life as you re-cock the shutter, and when you release it, the satisfying 'slap' of the mechanics in action is music to my ears. This camera is an absolute pleasure to wield.
A POV using the Mamiya RB67 https://youtu.be/wVqrPCeP-cc?si=v7pP54Do8w0fQ6gU
As I sifted through these photos, I stumbled upon a series I had initiated but never completed. Along the Eastbourne seafront, there lie abandoned boats resting on the shore, some still employed by local fishermen. I had embarked on capturing these vessels with the specific intention of forming a series, all immortalised through the lens of my faithful RB67. However, for reasons I can't quite recall, I never saw the project through to its conclusion.
Upon rediscovering these images, a newfound sense of purpose has stirred within me. I'm contemplating resurrecting this endeavour over the winter season. Some of the boats that once graced my frames may have vanished, while others may have found their way to the shore. Their conditions could have deteriorated, or perhaps some bear the marks of time more prominently. Yet, the allure of this ongoing photographic exploration beckons me. There remain countless small details, hidden stories, and moments in time that yearn to be captured.
They work very well together. The longer exposures with the tarps blowing around are unsettling in a way especially those vivid blue ones.
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