I was in Liverpool for a conference and took the Olympus SP with me. It was a completely new city to me. It was a camera I had never used, and the intention was simply to learn the SP’s ability in a new place.

First Impressions of the Olympus SP

When I first handled the SP, it felt very much like an OM-1 but with a fixed lens. It immediately came across as a quality camera, one with a strong reputation that clearly precedes it.

Using the rangefinder required a slight shift in how I approached focusing, and the first impression of the two ghosting images in the viewfinder took me by surprise. Before long, though, it became something I really enjoyed using and quickly turned into a firm favourite.

Learning the Rangefinder

The SP’s EV metering system was something I knew I needed to understand better, but with limited time available it wasn’t something I wanted to wrestle with straight away.

As with most unfamiliar cameras, I chose to work using the Sunny 16 rule until I felt more comfortable with how the camera behaved. Time was very much a factor with this one, and Sunny 16 gave me a reliable starting point.

Liverpool: Old and New

Liverpool, with its history and mix of old and new, gave me everything I needed to stretch the Olympus SP’s legs. The history of the city is unmistakable.

The River Mersey, iconic and historic buildings, old structures sitting alongside new ones, pubs, clubs, and the city’s people all offered constant opportunities. There was no shortage of subject matter, and the city more than delivered.

First Roll: Kodak Tri-X 400

For this trip, I chose Kodak Tri-X 400. This was my first time shooting Tri-X. I wanted something reliable while working with an unfamiliar camera. My usual black and white films are AGFA APX 400 or Ilford XP2, both of which I consider safe choices.

Tri-X gave a slightly period look, which suited Liverpool well. I wasn’t completely blown away by it, but I wasn’t disappointed either. I felt it lacked a bit of softness compared to what I’m used to.

However, I must be mindful that this is my first attempt with both camera and film, so allowances will need to be made. I’ll be returning to it.

A Favourite Frame

Choosing a favourite image wasn’t easy, but the photograph that stands out most to me is the one featuring the modern black, ship-like building with the historic clock tower along the Mersey behind it. It captures the way old and new sit together in the city without clashing. The presence of the seagull adds a small maritime reminder of Liverpool’s past and completes the image for me.

Shooting with Confidence

Once I became more comfortable with how the rangefinder worked, I found I could pull the SP out and shoot at a moment’s notice. Sunny 16 certainly helped, and on the odd occasion I referred to my Sekonic Twinmate L-208 light meter for confirmation.

The weather being overcast made things interesting at times, but Sunny 16 and the meter were generally very close.

On future outings, I’ll likely rely more on the Sekonic until I fully understand the SP’s EV system.

What the SP Does Well

A few things became clear while using the SP: its ease of use, portability, and the results it produces. I’ve genuinely fallen head over heels with it.

My initial impression of it feeling like an OM-1 with a fixed lens still feels accurate. As for Tri-X, I remain undecided. I’m happy with the results, but I feel there may be a better fit for me. My next roll will be AGFA APX 400 at the same ISO, which should give me a clearer comparison. By then, I may also have the EV system properly onboard.

What’s Left to See

If I return to Liverpool, which I intend to do, I’ll be looking to explore more of the city’s musical history – particularly The Beatles and Merseybeat.

Strawberry Field and Penny Lane are both on the list, along with many other icons and undiscovered buildings.

Time simply didn’t allow for everything on this visit, but I’ll be back armed and dangerous with the SP and another roll of film.

A Camera That Clicks

For any journey, I’d say the Olympus SP makes an excellent companion. It’s like an Olympus Trip 35 on steroids, with the excellence of an OM-1 thrown in for good measure and pleasure.

Can I compare it to other rangefinders I’ve used? Not really. They are what they are, and this is this.

But this one just works for me – and that’s all I really need.

You can follow Laurie’s work on Instagram @laurieinfocus

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It sits quietly off the mainland on the Isle of Wight, and it has a way of slowing you down whether you intend it to or not. The animals here are rescued. They aren’t arranged, prompted, or encouraged to perform. They’re simply living out their lives with care, space, and time — and it doesn’t take long before that affects how you behave with a camera.

I’ve grown fond of the place for exactly that reason.

This visit was in early December. Cold, wet, and windy. I had thermals on, a woolly hat, waterproofs, hand warmers in my pockets, and tea in a flask — enough to keep me there, though not enough to make it feel like a particularly sensible decision.

I brought an Olympus OM-40, a Zuiko 200mm, and a few rolls of black-and-white film. All in, the kit cost about £45 — a faintly ridiculous figure to mention while standing a few metres from a tiger. Still, it’s worth saying, because it becomes clear very quickly how little this kind of photography depends on equipment.

What matters far more is attention. And restraint. And knowing when not to take a photograph.

An Unlikely Favourite

I also brought an OM-2 with me.

It stayed in the bag.

The OM-40 was only meant to be used for a test roll. I liked it more than I expected, and just kept going with it.

It isn’t an OM-1, and it doesn’t have the authority people often associate with the OM-2. It sits slightly to one side of Olympus history — overlooked, unfashionable, and rarely anyone’s first choice. And yet, it gets on with things in a way that feels quietly dependable.

I shot manually all day. Partly out of habit, partly because the OM-40 encourages it. The viewfinder display gives you just enough information to be useful without becoming distracting. The camera never tried to be clever. It simply worked, then waited.

That suited the place.

Film, Light, and Small Decisions

The Zuiko 200mm stayed wide open throughout the day. There was no real reason to stop it down. Depth of field was thin, backgrounds fell away cleanly, and shutter speeds stayed workable without fuss.

For most of the visit I shot Tri-X at box speed. It’s predictable in the best sense — tolerant, flexible, and well suited to stillness. Later in the afternoon, as the light dropped, I switched to HP5 rated at 1600. Not for effect, and not to chase grain, but simply to keep the shutter speed sensible when movement did happen.

The grain arrived anyway, as it always does, and felt right for the place.

Tigers: Learning to Stay Still

Tigers don’t reward urgency.

Most of the photographs I made were static, and that was deliberate. Manual focus is easier when nothing dramatic is happening, and tigers are very good at staying still for long periods. You stop reacting and start anticipating.

You settle. You notice breathing, small movements, the slow shift of weight. Time stretches. You stop thinking in moments and start thinking in duration — how long they’ve been resting, how long you’re prepared to wait, and whether the two might ever overlap.

When movement did happen, I didn’t chase it. I refocused, chose the frame, and waited for the animal to enter it. That felt calmer, more respectful, and far more reliable. The camera stayed ready. The tiger decided when the photograph existed.

Film suits that way of working. You commit to a position and trust your timing.

The Long-Lens Question

There’s a familiar scene at places like this. Long lenses, heavy tripods, and cameras firing in long bursts. Thousands of frames taken in the hope that one will rise above the rest.

Often the aim is the same: blur the bars, remove the enclosure, erase the context. The longest lens available is used not just to get closer, but to suggest a closeness that isn’t really there.

I understand the impulse. It just isn’t what I’m interested in.

The enclosure is part of the story. These animals are here because they were rescued — some from circuses, others intercepted before being sold into lives best left unexamined. The structures that keep them safe belong in the photograph as much as the animals themselves.

The fencing remains in the frame. It’s part of the reality of the place.

Anything else starts to feel like decoration.

Movement, When It Comes

When a tiger does move, it does so without warning and without the slightest concern for your settings.

This is where the OM-40 continued to impress me. No hesitation. No confusion. I refocused, waited, and allowed the animal to move through the frame. At 200mm, wide open, the margin for error is narrow — which makes the frames that work feel earned rather than lucky.

You don’t need many. A few are enough.

And Lions Too

Wildheart isn’t only about tigers.

Lions feel different. Less watchful, more settled. Where tigers often seem inward and contained, lions appear comfortable simply being where they are.

I photographed them in the same way. Manual focus. Slow movement. Waiting rather than prompting. As the light faded, HP5 carried on doing what it does best, accepting the conditions without complaint while shutter speeds stayed workable.

The photographs don’t shout. They don’t need to.

Final Thoughts

The OM-40 wasn’t supposed to be the camera I enjoyed most that day. But it was.

The OM-2 stayed in the bag. The OM-40 stayed in my hands. That feels like praise enough, particularly for a camera that rarely gets invited to this sort of work.

Tri-X and HP5 behaved exactly as you hope they will — tolerant of imperfect light, responsive to change, and quietly rewarding of patience. Shooting wide open, manually focused, and largely static felt right for the place and the subjects.

More than that, it felt respectful.

There is something quietly powerful about being in the presence of animals who have endured what they have and continue to live with dignity. Zoppa’s limp is always there, never hidden — a reminder of a past that can’t be undone, only acknowledged. She doesn’t perform now. She doesn’t have to.

Being there isn’t about extracting images. It’s about paying attention, keeping your distance, and allowing the animals to exist on their own terms.

For a place like Wildheart Animal Sanctuary, that feels like the only way to do it properly.

And sometimes, that is enough.

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That’s worth saying upfront, because surf trips don’t leave much room for photographic intention. Most days are shaped by tide, wind, swell, and the quiet negotiation between enthusiasm and what your shoulders will tolerate. You’re either in the water waiting for something to happen, or standing afterwards, damp and salt-stiff, rehydrating and waiting for your arms to feel like part of your body again.

Photography, if it happens at all, happens around that.

This was my first visit to Fuerteventura – widely considered the surf capital of Europe, a title it wears with a great deal of wind and very little fuss. It’s also an island that seems to encourage walking, particularly on days when the sea or your body makes it clear that another session would be a poor decision.

From a distance, the island looks empty. When you’re actually there, you realise that this is intentional. Pale sand, low volcanic hills that appear to have stopped halfway through, and roads that drift off into brightness without much interest in where they’re going. Things exist on their own terms. You’re just passing through.

I liked that.

When I wasn’t surfing, I walked. Not with a plan. Just far enough to see what was there, and then a bit further.

On two days off from the water I joined a group tour around the island, which is always a slightly odd experience when you’re travelling on your own. Group tours are, by design, awkward. You are briefly assigned a small collection of strangers and expected to bond at speed, usually while standing around in the sun pretending not to look at one another.

As a solo traveller, you are immediately identified. The tour guide clocks you within minutes and makes a point of checking in, asking questions, and occasionally singling you out for friendly attention to ensure you feel “included”. This is well-meaning, but also guarantees that you will be spoken to more than you had planned.

It was fine. Mostly.

The tour itself was slow and meandering, which suited the island. We stopped, looked, moved on, stopped again. I took photographs when something caught my eye and ignored most of what didn’t.

One man on the tour was carrying a large DSLR with a super-zoom lens that appeared to extend indefinitely. He swung it from side to side with great seriousness, occasionally stepping backwards to make room for it. I found myself thinking that he should probably have bought a second ticket for the camera alone, if only out of courtesy.

By contrast, my Olympus OM-1 and three small lenses barely registered. A 28mm 2.8, a 50mm 3.5, and a 135mm 3.5. Light, compact, and easy to forget about – which turned out to be exactly what the trip needed. Nothing dug into my shoulder. Nothing announced itself. I could walk, stop, shoot, and move on without rearranging my life.

The 28mm came out when the island insisted on being bigger than me – dunes, roads, wide spaces that didn’t want trimming. The 50mm handled most things without comment. The 135mm was there for moments when standing back felt more honest than stepping closer.

They did their jobs quietly and stayed out of the way.

That suited me.

There are no surf photographs here. When you’re surfing, you’re busy surfing. The camera stays out of it.

One of the days off included a short boat trip to Lobos Island, which felt different immediately. Smaller. Quieter. Removed. I walked away from the main path, found my own patch of sand and sea, and stayed there for a while. I swam, lay in the sun, walked the island slowly, and didn’t feel the need to record much of it at all.

It felt like proper escapism – the kind that doesn’t ask for documentation.

Film fits places like this. Once the shutter goes, the moment is finished. There’s nothing to check, nothing to adjust, nothing to immediately judge. You either noticed something, or you didn’t, and you only find out later. That removes a particular kind of pressure – the pressure to keep proving that you’re paying attention.

In Fuerteventura, that makes sense. Light turns the sea to silver without asking permission. People appear briefly against wide horizons and then disappear again. Boats sit where they sit. Roads lead confidently into very little. Nothing waits for you to decide whether it’s worth photographing.

The OM-1 never complicated any of this. It didn’t suggest alternatives or offer reassurance. It simply let me look, decide, and move on.

What held my attention wasn’t activity, but scale – and the slightly hopeful way people try to exist within it. A cyclist crossing a wide road. A lone figure on a ridge. Signs pointing confidently to places that don’t seem to be in a hurry. Buildings that look as though they wouldn’t object if the island quietly took them back.

Tri-X suits that mood. It doesn’t tidy things up or pretend everything is balanced. It lets highlights run, shadows sit where they like, and grain remind you that this was something physical you carried home.

Some frames are rough. Some moments probably worked better in memory.

That’s fine.

I still took colour photographs on the trip. There are phone pictures too – quick snaps, bits of shorthand, the sort of images people make to mark a moment or show they were there. They did exactly what they were meant to do.

These photographs aren’t that.

They weren’t made as proof, and they weren’t made for approval. They weren’t taken with anyone else in mind. They exist because something held my attention long enough for me to stop, look, and press the shutter.

Film doesn’t reward perfection.
It rewards attention – and then asks you to trust it.

I didn’t miss the rest.

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So I went back – with the OM-2n, two Zuikos, and no particular plan. Just film, the heat, and a handful of hours to see what the city would give me.

Warrior: iron lines, memory, and a camera of its own

HMS Warrior was first. It always is. She sits just beyond the terminal – all black iron and crossed rigging, like a battleship designed by a gothic architect. Familiar, but not.

Before anything else, I set the OM-2n down on a cannon and took its portrait. Just a quick frame – a small, silent nod to the tool doing all the looking that day.

Then I got to work.

The wooden wheels drew me in. Side by side, polished, deliberate. I worked them with the 28mm, letting the shadows and symmetry speak.

At the bow, the figurehead held its line against the sky. I’ve passed it a hundred times. Never really seen it. Funny how glass reveals what routine ignores.

The harbour tour: air, heat, and quiet moments

I’ve been out in the harbour before. But that day was scorching, and the idea of sitting still on a moving boat sounded like the most luxurious thing in the world. So I boarded the harbour tour – part for the view, part for the breeze.

A couple sat just ahead. She raised her phone for a photo while he sat still beside her, utterly unfazed. I took the frame through the ferry rail. A photo of a photo in the making – quiet, unposed, and already fading by the time I lowered the camera.

Later we passed the HMS Queen Elizabeth. It loomed like a misplaced continent. I took one shot. That was enough.

Switching films: Delta for the shadows

Back on land, I swapped the Tri-X for Delta 3200, rated at 1600. I knew I’d need the extra room once I stepped inside Victory. Below deck, light doesn’t just fade – it folds in on itself.

Victory feels different. It doesn’t perform. It remembers.

This was Nelson’s ship. The lead at Trafalgar. The deck he died on. You don’t visit her. You move through her – slower, quieter. She asks that of you.

I started at the stern. Everyone does. The name arched in bold lettering, theatrical and absolute. I waited for the moment to clear, then took the frame.

Inside, the light dropped hard. I slowed the shutter and moved with intention. The 50mm stayed on – better for framing the weight of it all. Ropes coiled like punctuation. Cannons tucked beneath beams. Wooden planks carrying the weight of a thousand untold things.

I shot without rushing. Some places don’t let you take more than they want to give.

The Mary Rose – another day

I followed the signs toward the Mary Rose, but didn’t go in. Ships that spend five centuries underwater deserve more than a quick look. I’ll come back. That one needs its own morning.

The painter by the railings

Outside the dockyard, just before the noise picked back up, I saw him – a painter, standing by the railings, brush in hand, working oils into canvas. The heat hadn’t slowed him. The canvas was nearly there.

He wasn’t local. Down from the South for the day. We talked about paint, light, and patience. Then he noticed the OM-2n.

“Is that film?” he asked.

I nodded. We talked shop – different tools, same mindset. Wait for the moment. Work with what the day gives you.

I asked if he’d mind me taking a few frames. He didn’t. I took two. Delta still loaded. ND now on. The same roll that had seen the decks of Victory now catching sunlight off a stranger’s brush.

Looking back

I didn’t shoot everything. Didn’t need to. The frames that stayed with me weren’t the biggest or the brightest. They were quiet. Ropes in shadow. A couple mid-frame. A painter caught mid-thought. A ship that still holds its breath.

After all the times I’ve crossed that harbour, it still found a way to show me something new.

Shot on Olympus OM-2n with Zuiko 28mm f/2.8 and 50mm f/3.5 – Kodak Tri-X & Ilford Delta 3200 (rated at 1600)

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Yes, £18. Pulled from a forgotten shelf in Barnstaple like a relic with potential. It looked more like an old Dictaphone than a camera, but there was something about it – that chunky sliding cover, that square flash port, the word Zuiko peeking out on the lens. Pair it with a roll of Kodak Tri-X 400, and you’ve got a time machine for capturing the unscripted, the overlooked, and the unapologetically real.

The Art of Disappearing

What struck me most about the XA3 is how easily it vanishes – not physically, thankfully, but socially. It slips into a pocket and into the moment. No one notices you raising it to your eye. You’re not a photographer anymore – you’re just someone passing through.

That’s crucial when you’re shooting in a city like London. People clock you in a second if you’re holding a chunky SLR or waving a Leica about like a status symbol. The XA3? It just hums along in your hand, letting you get close without becoming part of the scene. It’s discreet, it’s quiet, and it never once made me feel like I was “doing photography.” I was just there – walking, sweating, watching.

On a day when the tarmac was melting and tempers weren’t far behind, the XA3’s zone focus system was a blessing. No second-guessing. No fiddling. I left it in the middle range and trusted it to get on with the job. The auto-exposure took care of the light. I took care of the wandering.

And what light it was – the kind of harsh, angular summer sun that makes Tri-X sing. Shadows like ink spills. Pavement texture that bites. Skies blown out just enough to feel cinematic. The grain? Present and proud – not soft, not clinical, just that timeless TX400 grit that makes a street photo feel alive.

People, Patterns, and Poetry

The XA3 isn’t the original XA. It lacks the rangefinder, yes – but in return, you get speed, simplicity, and less to obsess over. You’re not measuring, you’re reacting. And London gave me plenty to react to.

At Ted’s Veg, arms flew in and out of frame in a kind of capitalist ballet – produce being picked, prices being barked, a tourist photographing a tomato. Around Tower Bridge, a dozen hands lifted phones at once to capture the same moment from the same angle, each person convinced they’d caught something unique. One frame shows a man asleep on the pavement while life rushes past him – suits stepping around, eyes locked forward, not a second glance given. And in that split second, I felt lucky to be holding a camera that didn’t hesitate.

These weren’t planned shots. They weren’t technically perfect. But they were real. That’s what I want more of now – images that feel like moments, not achievements.

No Pressure, No Pretense

When I developed the roll at home, I wasn’t expecting much. I hadn’t shot the XA3 before. But out of 36 frames, seven stood out – images that made me pause. They had weight, a rhythm, a bit of grime and soul in the grain. Not perfect. But honest.

That’s what this camera gives you: honesty over precision, truth over polish. And I’ll take that trade any day.

It reminded me why I love film – the delay, the doubt, the process. You can’t fix your way to better photos. You either caught it or you didn’t. And if you didn’t? You move on. No buffer previews, no second takes. Just the strange joy of trusting your gut and seeing what comes back.

Olympus XA 3 Final Thoughts

If you’re doing a 365 project, or just trying to shake the rust off after months of digital paralysis, the Olympus XA3 might be the quiet little kick you need. It’s not fancy. It’s not cool. But it gets out of the way and lets you see.

It’s simple. It’s clever. It forgives your mistakes but never hides them.

It won’t flatter your ego, but it will tell the truth. And in a city like London, that’s more than enough.

So here’s to small cameras, sharp film and the beauty of showing up with nothing to prove.

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It wasn’t about nostalgia. It was about honesty. A desire to slow things down. To shoot football in a way that isn’t done anymore: unpolished, imperfect, and maybe a bit braver for it.

A Different Kind of Project

I’ve always been drawn to timeless photographs. The kind that feel like they’ve existed longer than you have. So when I started thinking about the FA Cup, it made sense to reach for film. These were clubs that rarely see a crowd, let alone a photographer. It deserved something different – something respectful of its grit.

I’d had this project in the back of my mind for a while, but I always left it too late. The FA Cup kicks off absurdly early – most people don’t even know it’s begun until October. I wanted to do it right. This time, I started with the preliminary round.

The Gear That Made It Happen

I kept it light. The OM-2N with the 50mm f/1.4 MC version did most of the work. A lovely lens – sharp, with character, and quick when I needed it to be. The OM-10 got both the 135mm f/3.5 and 200mm f/4 treatment, powered by a winder for when the pace of the match picked up.

The OM-1 with 28mm attached and XA3 lived in my bag – just in case. I didn’t use them much, but it was nice to have wide options when the scene called for more space.

Kodak Tri-X shot at 400. Delta 3200 pulled slightly to 1600. I started with colour (Ultramax, to be exact), but the images sat flat. Too polite. Black and white gets under the skin. Colour felt like documentation. Black and white felt like memory.

The Challenges of Film on the Touchline

Manual focus. If you know, you know. A ball doesn’t pause to let you nail your shot. You miss goals. You’re always chasing the ball, the play, the ref’s whistle. I had a 3-stop ND in the bag to keep my shutter fast and my aperture tight in the sun, but even then, exposure was a dance.

When the ball went to the other end of the pitch, my 200mm just wasn’t enough. I’d reposition, only to find a ball boy standing in front of me. At one point, I ran out of film as a team scored. I’ve never reloaded so quickly in my life.

Then there’s the access. Clubs were kind, many offered me free entry. I always paid. But most wouldn’t give me pitch-side or locker room access – understandable, but frustrating. I wanted stories. Profiles. The human moments. The things that make football more than sport.

What I Noticed

Grassroots football is raw. Not in a rough-around-the-edges way, but in the sense that there’s no buffer between you and the players. You hear every word. Every shout. Every complaint to the ref. You hear the crowd’s taunts – and some of them are harsh.

In a big stadium, all that’s washed out in the noise. Here, it’s personal. It adds drama. Every missed tackle, every late goal, it feels heavier.

Reflections and Regrets

Looking back now, there are things I wish I’d done differently. I should have experimented more. Plonked the camera on a tripod, used a 10-stop ND and let the shutter drag through movement. Captured time instead of freezing it.

I wish I slowed down.

I wish I got closer.

But maybe those are lessons for next time. The project isn’t complete. I missed a round due to illness, and it gutted me. I knew then and there I’d failed on the original goal. But it still matters. The experience still shaped me as a photographer.

Final Thoughts

Film won’t win awards for convenience. It won’t land you a back-page spread or a viral Instagram post. But it’ll give you something real. And that’s what I wanted.

I may try again next year. Maybe I’ll finish it. Maybe I won’t. But I’ll keep trying to see football differently. And I’ll keep using film to do it.

Because when it works—it really works.

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I spent five days there. Surfed when the sea allowed it, walked when it didn’t, and took five rolls of film along for the ride. The Olympus OM-1 came with me, partly out of habit, partly because it’s small enough to be forgotten – which, on a trip like this, is exactly what you want from a camera.

There was no agenda. No shot list. I didn’t arrive intending to make a story. But I brought the camera anyway, because experience has taught me that the one time you don’t is the one time the light behaves itself and something quietly worth remembering happens right in front of you.

That walk never really changes. Board under arm, wetsuit half peeled, attention already drifting toward the sea. It’s a small ritual, repeated daily when you’re near water, and it’s often more revealing than the surfing itself.

Walking, Watching, Waiting

I walk a lot when I travel. Always have. It’s how places give themselves up properly. You notice where people slow down, where they gather for no obvious reason, and where nothing much happens at all – which is usually where the photographs are.

Newquay rewards this kind of wandering. You drift easily from cliffs to town to harbour, and the mood shifts each time without making a fuss about it. One moment it’s open sky and wind, the next it’s damp stone, ropes, and the low-level industry of people getting on with things.

I spent an unreasonable amount of time here doing very little. A single bird perched above the harbour, watching the fishermen unload at the end of the day. Not dramatic. No swooping or theatrics. Just steady observation. It adjusted its footing occasionally, glanced down as crates were lifted and voices rose and fell, and otherwise stayed exactly where it was.

It felt right to stay too. Film encourages that kind of patience. You don’t fire away. You wait. You let the scene stop trying to impress you – and when it does, you press the shutter.

A Brief Detour: Padstow

At some point, curiosity intervened. I hopped on a bus and spent an hour in Padstow.

Padstow is undeniably pretty. The harbour curves obligingly, the buildings behave themselves, and the light generally turns up on time. It’s also very busy. Full of tourists – myself included – all pausing to admire the same view from slightly different angles.

This felt like the right photograph to make there. A man photographing the harbour with his phone, doing exactly what you do in Padstow: stopping, framing, recording proof that you were there.

It’s a pleasant place. Efficiently charming. But it’s also, ultimately, just a harbour. After an hour, I felt the familiar pull back towards Newquay – towards wind, space, and saltwater. There are only so many postcards you can look at before you start thinking about waves.

Beaches, Properly Seen

Back in Newquay, the beaches opened up again.

This is where the wide lens earned its place, giving scenes room to breathe and letting people become part of the landscape rather than the point of it. Figures drifted through the frame — surfers, walkers, people standing still for reasons known only to themselves. The horizon did most of the work. I stayed out of its way.

As the light dropped, silhouettes began to appear.

Long shadows stretched across wet sand, movement slowed, and the day quietly folded itself away. These were the moments I enjoyed photographing most. Nothing loud. Nothing urgent. Just the sense that the place was settling.

The Camera, Briefly

The OM-1 was exactly right for this trip. Mechanical, dependable, and entirely uninterested in theatrics. It stayed out of the way, did what it was told, and never once tried to be clever.

Tri-X and HP5 handled the coastal light without complaint. Some bite, some softness, depending on the moment. I didn’t stress over it. The scenes made the decisions, and I went along with them.

Final Thoughts

There are no photographs of me in the water. No frozen turns, no heroic splashes. That wasn’t the point of this trip – and in truth, when you’re surfing, you’re busy surfing.

This was about walking, watching, waiting and letting places reveal themselves at their own pace. The OM-1 encourages that way of working. It doesn’t rush you. It doesn’t flatter you. It simply records what you were paying attention to.

And sometimes, that’s more than enough.

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