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So, after some consideration about what I could give back to my future patrons, I've started my own presence there.
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The roll still had two frames left, and I hate wasting film, not at the current stock prices.
There was a half-hearted click from the shutter release, and then — silence. The film didn't progress.
At first, I was puzzled but not concerned, blaming the batteries for having died too fast.
The frame counter was still on, though, so I tried the shutter release again…
My camera was built in 2000. It's rather reserved in its reports and reactions, but now it exploded with all available displays blinking at the same time. The shutter release went all the way down without effect.
This shouted trouble. At least, I got the shot roll out. The last exposed frame on it has something resembling trees on the left, an irregular greyish area to the right, and a perfect white stripe along the bottom.
The maker's service center agreed to take the camera in without promising anything.
I haven't heard from them yet.
The pictures from Lake Achen in Austria are online and ready to order.
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If you spend most of your time on the bow of an old boat on its way along the Göta Canal in Sweden, this is inevitable.
It seems, the whole country is out celebrating the summer on a party of a national scale, and you come invited—and looked at.
It is a perfect holiday.
Yes, the boat is old (from 1931), the cabins are tiny, and the facilities are shared. There's no TV, not even a radio, and guests are asked not to use their mobiles when on board.
On the other hand, the going is so slow, the space is so limited, the concerns are so non-existing, that all you seem to have is time, and that in abundance.
This is like being a child again, with long days of nothing to worry about, of having nothing to do, of doing nothing, just sitting on a deck, or standing on another, watching the world go by, not fly, for a change, not waiting for anything to happen, not expecting anything to happen, aside from the next meal being called out, delicious as always.
Taking your time.
Having the time of your life.
The pictures from the Göta Canal in Sweden are online now.
"You better leave your life vests at the pier before venturing out. They might go off in the rain, we saw it happen."
We are in the small harbour of Puerto Edén, just out of zodiacs, and from head to toe in waterproof gear.
The village sits on a small island lost in the labyrinth of Chilean fjords, only accessible by boat, facing the nearing winter, drowning.
The guides are seeing us off to roam the place on our own, and off I go.
It's raining cats and dogs, and all other creatures. I am glad to have left the camera on the ship, it is awkward to be without, the hands seem totally useless, hands down, I shrug to keep them busy.
The hamlet is a crisscross of boardwalks in different states of repair, it seems they would keep it in place from sliding downhill, and it looks as if missing planks already put some ends out of reach, lost them to the elements, forever, irreversible.
I can't help thinking of Myst, that old adventure game, and its Ages, with their isolation, and their confines, and their pathways.
I have to think of its unnamed hero, fallen into its world by accident, having opened a wrong book, or was it the right in the end? There wasn't even an end, just thereafter.
The boardwalk here does have an end, it leads to a gazebo protruding into the sea, there is a chair, not very comfortable one, plastic and tubes, with legs thin enough to pass through cracks in the floor.
I move the chair, trying to avoid the void underneath with all legs, and sit down. I look out to the sea and check the time on my mobile, there is still plenty.
The rain hasn't stopped, but at least I have a roof over head here. I listen to the rain and keep thinking about Myst and this, my adventure.
The weather was nicer in the game. Yes, the weather was so much nicer.
The pictures from Patagonia are online now. If you need a soundtrack while watching them, try this.
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