A loose group of us local oddball snappers get together every now and then to go on a collective outing. As part of a whatsapp group that had become dormant I was lamenting with my good friend Zelma the demise of the group. If you remember Zelma you will know they don't come much more oddball than her. I am sure she won't mind me saying so. But I digress. Looks like that group is dead I lamented. Well start another one. And so I opened a Legion whatsapp group and we invited all the usual suspects we hang out with from time to time. As the pews started filling up inevitably the subject of the eulogy had to be broached. How about the dead end of town , the cemetery in Maitland, I tossed into the mix. A unanimous show of hands went up for a quiet Sunday morning the following week. Ok so what would be a unique perspective on the subject I mused? Well between the lyrics of the Doors in mind and what with being eaten by worms. Worms. Worms. Well a damn fish eye lens could well be the same as worms eye lens could it not. That prompted a visit to the supplier of discontinued lensbaby's to pick a bargain basement ultra wide 5.8mm fish eye for the princely sum of 80 EUR. There goes another tank of diesel. Now the 5.8mm has 185-degree angle of view and ability to focus up to as close as 1/4-inch. Damned if you don't have to be a contortionist not to get your own feet in every shot, or that pesky shadow of man holding camera somewhere in the bottom of the frame. But c'est la vie sometimes you have to embrace the picture imperfect. The lens features manual focus and a polished internal barrel for flare effects. Yep with that and a 185 degree angle of view in conditions of sunlight every image looks like it has been viewed by a worm lying cosily at the rear of a tin can. That just left one thing. Well it was obvious it had to be high contrast black and white for the sombre occasion. Time to test out Fuji's infamous Acros and so I stumped for Ritchie Roesch's Fujifilm Acros Push recipe. And off we tootled the following Sunday with the dulcet tones of the Doors emanating from the car stereo. "Cemetery, cool and quiet Hate to leave your sacred lay Dread the milky coming of the day." The Doors
Images from the group outing and subsequent visits to other local graveyards. For more see a short 4:24 electronic tome on the graveyard shift.
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