Seeing as we’ve had a dusting of snow I venture out like a 21st century Shackleton in search of epic adventure. Well maybe not epic, a quick skirt around the local reservoir was enough for me. Three chaps had a walk around the frozen water and then one of them slipped on the old skates and shot around the ice which appeared to be thick enough for some winter sports.
Passed this branch a few weeks back, the needles were turning white. Walked right on past but thought that it would maybe look not too bad as a black and white image so nipped back and fired off a few rounds. I’m sure I had a 50mm manual lens on for this one.
Frankenstein or the Mordern Prometheus is 200 years old this year and before scandalously running off with the married Percy Shelley the young Mary lived in Dundee for a bit.
The cottage is no longer there, replaced by a handy set of steps which some people refer to as the Frankenstein Steps. A small plaque is on the wall to commemorate that the cottage is mentioned in the book.
Seeing as it’s a big birthday for the book and that the chances are I won’t be around for the three hundredth celebrations I thought I’d do a little knock up of the steps with its famous 1931 film.
Above Dr Frankenstein and his assistant rob the grave of a recently buried chap. In the book there is no assistant but the films tend to have loyal Igor at hand. This is actually the first time I’ve ever been in this graveyard. I was hoping some of the dates would go back to the time Mary would have lived in Dundee but the earliest I could spot was 1839.
The monster at the top of the steps, rays of sun though the clouds and the Tay road bridge powering over the river. When the book was released the rail bridge was still 60 years in the future and only lasted a year before falling in a furious storm.
Dr Frankenstein sits at the bottom of the steps contemplating what he has done and the consequences that it has brought.
Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Colin Clive who played the part of Dr Frankenstein had his own demons. He was a chronic alcoholic and dead by the young age of 37. His manic scream “It’s alive! It’s alive!” lives on.
Finished a roll of film the other day from the Canonet QL17. ISO was set at 400 and I didn’t remember ever having 400 colour film, turns out it’s been so long in there it was actually black and white in the back.
A couple of shots from Amsterdam tells me that the film has been in the camera for two years.
For a little while I was on Google Street sipping a beer by the side of a canal but it seems that image is no longer available.
The weekend past had fairly reasonable weather. We might be heading out of our recent ice age conditions and getting some heat soon, just before winter comes around again!
We’re at the Reekie Linn waterfalls they get their name from the Victorians. . . well the first part anyway. In Scotland Reekie means smoke and the spray coming off the water can have a smoke like appearance. Linn is Gaelic for dark pool or deep pool. So there you have it a smokey dark pool that apparently once conjured up the Devil himself.
The above image is one of the stumps on our walk out by the falls, looks like a Gothamesque skyline. Well it does to me anyway.
All that way and the above shot is my favourite of the day. A dead tree clings on to the side of a cliff with new creeping ivy slowly making its way up the trunk.
I don’t think my shots do the waterfall justice so here’s a wee video I snapped clinging on to the final boulder. Next stop the bottom!
It’s actually two falls but when it’s in full spate it creates a more stunning violent single torrent.
There’s a cave at the bottom of the falls called Black Dub. Legend has it that a murderous outlaw hid in the cave and as luck would have it the Devil popped up in the form of a large black dog and the spooked chap handed himself over to the authorities the following day. Could have been worse, he could have become chums with the dog and went all Summer of Sam on the local region.
The greatest trick the Devil ever produced was turning himself into a dog!