What the Traveller Saw. Eric Newby
Читать онлайн.| Название | What the Traveller Saw |
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| Автор произведения | Eric Newby |
| Жанр | Хобби, Ремесла |
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| Издательство | Хобби, Ремесла |
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| isbn | 9780007392766 |
ERIC NEWBY
What the Traveller Saw
TO WANDA – AS ALWAYS
Contents
Round the Horn Before the Mast (1938/39)
Across the Oxus (Kabul – Moscow – Vienna 1956)
The Edge of the Western World (Ireland 1960)
Round Island (Scilly Isles 1963)
Set in a Silver Sea (Great Britain 1963)
A Queen’s Ransom (Crossing The Atlantic 1965 and 1972)
Travels in the Cévennes Without a Donkey (France 1965)
Not Such a Promising Land (Israel 1965)
Castles in the Air (Spain 1965)
Visions of a Battered Paradise (Turkey 1966)
Deep in the Heart of Arabia (Jordan 1968)
Where Europe Ends (Portugal 1969)
Morning of the World (Bali 1969)
Way Down the Wakwayowkastic River (Canada 1969)
Inscrutable Islanders (Japan 1970)
A Bubble in the South China Sea (Hong Kong 1970)
In the Realms of Yucatan (Mexico 1971)
Divine Archipelago (Fiji 1971)
Journey to the Centre (Australia 1971)
On and Off the Shores of the Spanish Main (West Indies 1972)
Heart of Darkness (Sicily 1988)
MY FIRST CAMERA was a pretty feeble affair. This much was obvious, even to me, when I received it as a present on my seventh birthday. It came from some far-off place I had never heard of up until then. I think it was Lithuania, but there were lots of places I had never heard of at that time. This camera took pictures the size of the smaller sort of Lithuanian postage stamp – that is, when it took any at all – with ludicrous results. It came in a carrying case made of cardboard, together with three rolls of film, and when these were used up the only way to get more was to buy a return ticket to Lithuania.
My next camera was a No. 2 Box Brownie, an Easter present from my parents when I was about ten, bought from a Mr Powell who had a photographic business on the seafront at Swanage, Dorset. I was mad about birds in those days, and it was with a copy of British Birds and How to Identify Them (or some such title) and this camera, which had a fixed exposure of approximately 1/25th at f/11 (the shutter sounded like a portcullis falling), that I attempted to photograph them. As a result, I had, until recently, a large collection of negatives and prints, 3¼ × 2¼ ins, of the boughs of windswept trees and Purbeck drystone walls from which the birds I was trying to photograph had already flown away. Nevertheless, I loved my No. 2 Box Brownie.
My first precision camera, and one of the best cameras I have ever possessed, was a Zeiss Super Ikonta; a tiny, folding, bellows camera with an F.3.5 Tessar lens, a Compur shutter and a coupled rangefinder which took 16 pictures on 3¼ × 2¼ in roll film. This was the camera I took with me in 1938 on a round-the-world voyage. I didn’t have an exposure meter, but by using something known as a Burroughs Wellcome Exposure Calculator, which came in the back of a diary, I got some surprisingly good results, considering how little I knew then, and know now for that matter, about photography. I tried very hard with my sea pictures because I knew that war was imminent, and I had a premonition that it would mean the end of the big sailing ships engaged in the Australian grain trade, and the way of life of the men and boys who sailed them, and I was right. During the war, I took a lot of photographs on the coast of Syria, where life was still very primitive, but when I was captured the authorities in Malta went through my baggage before sending it on to my next-of-kin, and so I never saw these pictures or my Super Ikonta again.
My next chance to take pictures in outlandish places came in 1956 when I travelled through the Hindu Kush. Photographically, the expedition was a disaster. In the course of it an Afghan tribesman who was in charge of the