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Norway in Large Format (2/2)
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
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Norway in Large Format (1/2)
The Fremen were supreme in that quality the ancients called “spannungsbogen”—which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing.
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Dallmeyer Bergheim
The first lens in history deliberately designed for soft-focus photography. A grand claim—but really just the distilled essence of several equally fascinating and thoroughly tangled threads behind its creation. Where did it come from? Why did it come to be? Why is it so peculiar—and, most importantly, what does it actually shoot like?
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Abrupt Albania—sore legs, smelly clutch
A country both beautiful and wild, communal and contradictory. A coastline of glittering golden beaches and indulgence, and at the same time a land of harsh mountain ranges where bears will happily turn you into Ćevapi. A dark and rich history, a bright and even richer future. This, and much more besides, is Shqipëria.
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Bausch & Lomb Portrait Unar
I’ve got a unique optical layout and a silhouette so distinctive you can spot me from a distance. My construction is absurdly complex and notoriously temperamental. I’m a portrait virtuoso, lurking modestly in the shadows but towering over many of my peers like a smug diva. I am Unar. Portrait Unar.
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Dallmeyer 3B
They were forged early in 1873 and 1883 by old masters in faraway Dallmeyer. One remained in its island homeland, the other travelled to the Apennine Peninsula—yet both ultimately found their way into the hands of men with distinctly refined photographic taste. A scarcely believable century and a half later, they were reunited in the hands of a man of equally voracious optical appetite—and idleness most certainly does not await them.
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Hermagis Portrait
Like a broken-winged swan calls wistfully to a spring... I was so lonely for portraits. The birds are already screeching, the flowers will soon start pestering with their pollen and in the meantime, I’m frantically polishing brass for the season. One of these cherished glassy tubes is one that carries portraits right in its name and lineage. Here comes the illustrious Hermagis Portrait!
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Crown Anastigmat
Christmas time is a season of miracles and once in a while such wonders occur even in photography. While a burning camera didn’t appear to me, something equally remarkable occurred—the resurrection of a lens and its return from the brass Limbo.
