Some more 'old' sub-mini pictures...
This small gallery contains a few more pictures that I've unearthed from a collection preserved for nearly 40 years, taken with the home made miniature camera described on other pages. All were taken over a few years during the early '60s when I was a student. During many removes over a lot of years, the camera was lost, but I have managed to keep the negatives (arguably the most important relic.) For the most part unfortunately, these haven't stored so very well, mostly through the many removals and being kept in less than ideal, often dusty conditions. A variety of films seems to have been used, though most are Ilford FP3 and Kodak Tri_X, generally developed in D-76, and usually chosen to suit anticipated conditions. By Minox standards, there is no comparison of course, but they nevertheless have some personal interest, and it's always a little nostalgic to look at these old things. For the images of friends and contemporaries of my student days most of whom I've now lost touch, for instance, it's hard not to wonder, where are they all now, and what became of them...
Here are some of the pictures.
This view looks toward the Cave Hill - a large basalt outcrop which overlooks the city of Belfast on its northern boundary. It's so called due to the rather porous nature of the rock which has caused it to decompose over time with the formation of several rather large caves, one or two of which can be seen quite easily (though not in this picture.) The protruding bit is known locally as 'Napoleon's Nose'. The picture is taken not far from where I lived for a time in the 1960s. Note the trolley bus wires - part of Belfast's then quite extensive trolley bus network, now long gone of course. It looks as if it has been snowing, but as I don't now have details of film and other conditions, it's hard to be sure.
The top of Cave Hill is a pretty bleak place though the actual view over the city can be quite spectacular when weather conditions are favourable. This vantage point made it quite important during the last war - it was a useful landmark for bombing runs of the shipyards which were an important strategic target. Here is what remains of an abandoned RAF viewing point on top of Cave Hill, set back a little from the steep southern escarpment.
Like many North of England cities in the post-war years, Belfast had its fair share of poor housing and near slum conditions. By the '60s many major clearance and improvement schemes were under way, though odd pockets remained for some time. Some of these were in north Belfast, here in the New Lodge Road area which I recorded during, as I recall, a student project of some kind. Sadly this and many other adjacent areas have experienced serious problems of another kind in more recent years, but which hopefully will be resolved in time.
Still in Ireland but remote from Belfast, early one morning on a lonely beach in county Donegall near Lough Swilly. Located in the north-western corner of Ireland, this is one of the more remote and unpopulated counties in the whole island. Even today it's relatively unspoilt by tourism and development, and worth a vist for peace and quiet amidst rugged, not to say harsh, surroundings. The climate unfortunately can't be taken for granted, and much like western Scotland which it resembles, one needs to be prepared for all the elements !
Far away now, I travelled to America in the summer of 1963. Air travel as is commonplace nowadays really had only begun, and ocean liners were still a practical way of travelling, notwithstanding the five days or so that it took to get from one side of the ocean to the other. Seen here, docking at the Cunard pier on the Hudson, New York. At least there wasn't any limit on baggage allowances...
Part of 1963 was spent at a small college near Rochester, New York. Typical of many like it throughout the states, the quiet liberal tradition of learning was a stimulating contrast to the system in larger british universities. A small detail here of the campus.
Back in England, I spent some time in the Devon city of Plymouth. No doubt this is best associated with the memory of Sir Francis Drake of Elizabethan nautical fame and his exploits in overcoming the invading Spanish Armada. This view, taken around 1964, is part of the celebrated 'Hoe' where Drake is said to have waited for a favourable wind before putting to sea to engage with the Spanish fleet.
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