blue shorts

On a jet plane at the mo’… rolling back into the Boogie. Visiting friends and snapping some pictures!

Be back on the radio in mid-November.

Tata until then… send me a message and I’ll reply on return.

stap isi.


ground glass

I don’t think I’ve ever discussed ‘equipment’ in any depth here on KPiksa… certainly can’t remember spruiking something or getting wrapped up in what I’m carrying, what I like, how it works, what I use… blah blah blah… usually something I avoid simply because there are so many wonderful things to dig around on in photographs and photography before the mechanics of it all becomes particularly interesting…

But today I break that form and point to a product… as much for its excellent qualities as the fantastic service by the maker of it.

Story goes that I returned from a recent trip earlier this month and found the groundglass on my 10.8 view camera cracked. “No worries”… these things happen between the hundreds of kilometres in cars on rough roads, multiple flights on small aircraft (with minimalist bags to hide “I’m carrying a little too much weight in this shoulder bag’ kinda stuff when boarding)… and dragging the thing up and down hills, through the scrub and round about building sites… just the right knock, at just the right angle… and ‘pop’… no matter if you’re using one of those protectors or not…

But definitely “no worries”… I’ve got that old screen that I keep tucked away in case this happens… I’ll just fit it and I’m sweet… ohhhhh….. shit….. seems sometime in the past (who knows when) the particular box that it’s carefully stored in with padding/foam etc has taken just the right knock and it’s in pieces as well…

…now panic… I got’s a trip rrrrrrrreeeeaaaaallll soon and I need the camera running smooth because I’m gonna be on it from sun-up to sun-down for a few weeks (plus the time photographing at night when I’m not crying from the sore muscles and bleeding feet…) … I can always ‘make’ one or two outta acrylic pretty easily (done it before) but I don’t much like em coz they’re usually a touch crappy (like much of the things I make… ha!)…

So in goes the message to Steve Hopf less than two weeks ago for help…

And oh smokes did he deliver!!!… I received the pair of custom ground glass (with the layout I wanted, the dead on right size, the right type of glass) not long after making the order… PERFECT.

They are a substantial improvement on many of the old screens that we all motor along with… these things are crisp, clean, even, bright and ‘snappy’ with the grinding just right to allow the view through the loupe to pop in and out without too much hunting… just wonderful to work on… lessening another ‘process’ and reducing a barrier between wrestling the machine and finding the exciting view appear on the back of the camera just prior to slipping the dd in to expose a neg.

So hats off to Steve Hopf and Hopf Glass… the product is TOP NOTCH… the service is TOP NOTCH… just a huge thumbs up… a huge THANKS… and certainly a recommendation for anyone wanting a new groundglass to give him a shout… he makes ‘em for just about any size needed…

Find him here:







brick wall

Got back in to Yangon late yesterday. Freddles has started at ‘school’ so he had all sorts of stories to tell me. Classic.

It was a good little trip. Pointed the camera at stuff. Chatted, sweated, scrambled about and generally stayed busy. A few little revelations and a lot of continuing challenges to pursue (quite possibly for nought).

Film starts going into the soup ASAP… splish splash shuffle shuffle…


I’ll be gone for the better part of a week. No cell or web connection as the providers are different at the new location.

Send me an email and I’ll reply on my return.

Snapping a few pictures and rubbernecking some more. Busy busy hauling the old picture machinerererer around. Worth it just for the view on that gglass.

interior 2014

My little collection of bits&bobs is stashed in bags, boxes and cases… ready for the silly-o’clock flight in the morning. At least it’s not an overly long haul…

A busy week ahead. Busy in a good way. So much to really have a crack at now that I’ve got a (vague) bit of an idea about how the place works… so now it’s a few hours of sleep and then to belt along without surrender… it’ll be good to climb out through those hills… and then settle down for a bit of time crawling about and staring at stuff.

drilling camera

Yesterday afternoon was spent on a quick trip back down to the fellas at the workshop… the ol’ Kodak needed some more tinkering and customisation. I lowered the fucker, put some bags in it so I can hop at the lights and go round corners on three wheels, shoehorned an exceptionally large (not really legal) engine under the bonnet and dropped a gigantic sound system into it to jam out to my favourite Kylie M tracks… “I’m spinnin around!”…

So now it’s been rolled back out from the garage and fired up for a few laps around the block. Once again the dude with the drill got it just right and we somehow didn’t destroy the thing. The damn machine has lasted 60+ years of commercial and… (with me)… personal work… so it’d be a shame to kill it through a silly fuckup with powertools. Luckily I didn’t risk handling the drill… coulda ended badly…

Probably be brushing metal filings out of the ancient banger for a while yet…

negs drying

Loving the late nights shut away in my little makeshift darkroom… shuffling film through the trays and slowly getting on with it. Nothing like things held together with gaffer tape and spit… definitely gotta wait for the sun to disappear on this one… it’d be a daylight fog-o-tron if I made the sun up attempt… of course I miss the space and comfort of my nice work area back in Oz, there is something fun about the cobbled together versions we sometimes build when on the move.

A quick check of what’s happening, find a favourite song that is about the right length for a (N) dev time given the circumstances… headphones in the ears, lights out, press play and splash about till the last notes wail… sweeeeeeet… the warmish water outta the pipes (and no need to panic and sweat it down the few degrees to perfect) means I’ve had aenema going round in my ears – run the track once through and a bit more of the repeated beginning gets me there…

Mom’s gonna fix it all soon.

Mom’s comin’ round to put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.

By the time the lights come back on I’ve been a rock star for a spins… shaking and wiggling and nodding my head… if an overly enthusiastic stage dive wouldn’t land me face first into the chems I’d probably attempt it… might still just for idiotic bragging rights… a face full of dilute dev and some old fixer never hurt anyone…