There is a distinct vulnerability to shooting vintage film, especially when you’re standing on a windswept hillside in the Highlands with the cloud cover changing every thirty seconds. You set up your shot, you look through the viewfinder, and then comes the great calculation: Is this 1/128th of a second? Am I pulling enough detail out of those moody Scottish shadows?
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Thursday, 11 June 2026
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Pulling Back the Digital Curtain: Meet the (mostly) efficient "gang" keeping this blog afloat
A quick opening note from the keyboard: Just to clear up any digital confusion before we begin - it’s me, Gemma , writing this post in my o...
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Right, let’s be honest, getting older is a bit like having a silent partner who insists on constantly raising the interest rate on your phys... -
Okay, okay, calm yourselves. I know. I know!!! So, I’m giving this whole weblog thing another proper go. If you know me, you'll already ...