Glasgow Botanic Gardens

On Sunday it was pissing it down, proper.

I’d arranged to meet Katy for a day out and when I woke I figured the rain was about to put an end to that. It actually subsided somewhat by the time the afternoon came along though, and I was just about to set off to meet her when the post arrived…

The mount I was waiting on to use my Elmar 5cm lens on the X-Pro2 had arrived. Sweet.

The following photos are taken using the xf18mmf2 and Elmar 5cm 3.5 lenses.

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As the title gives away, we headed to the Botanic Gardens. I switched up a little more from my usual black and white routine and shot colour.

Because, check these out.

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Exploring the Abandoned Hartwood Psychiatric Hospital

The stars aligned and Omar, Steven, and myself managed to arrange another day out.

Rather than start from our usual spot, we took a train just out of the city to a place called Hartwood.

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Omar mentioned there was an abandoned hospital, and that we should try and get in and see what was happening there. Two minutes out of the station, and we found ourselves in woodland.

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We approached a building and wandered around looking for a way in, until we realised that this wasn’t in fact the Hospital we were looking for.

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I’m not entirely sure what that building was supposed to be, and the brief look I’ve had online isn’t offering any useful information – though I suspect it’s still a part of it in someway. Either way, it was completely sealed off and would have been pretty dangerous to make any attempt to enter, and there were also signs of security near by.

We darted off through a field, climbed some fences, avoided a near death experience, jumped a train track, and ventured through more woodland – and that was it, we found it. All we had to do was try and find our way in.

The fence around the grounds was daunting, yet somehow Jeffels got over without impaling himself. Omar and myself were a little more sceptical after some half-arsed attempts to jolt over. I found a hammer, and tried to bray my way through the fence to no avail and eventually I just decided to go and check the entrance to see if it was actually properly locked.

It was.

But I found a hole, and crawled under. I don’t think I’ve felt that elated in a while, and when I got through it was like some sort of Shawshank Redemption vibe, just without the mile of shit and piss.

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We started to explore all the smaller buildings before working our way into the towers.

All the rooms were interesting, and in various states of decay. If you plan on going though, I’d take a cheap respirator mask just to be safe as some of the room don’t have the best ventilation.

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There were some distant voices, and it turned out they were getting closer.

We went to investigate, and eventually found a small group of teenagers who had also come to explore the place.

It was a relief to find they weren’t a bunch of dickheads, and it was pretty neat to bump into others who just wanted to find cool shit.

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Here’s a couple of them, I think they said it was their first time here too. They went off to do their own shit, but would occasionally shout back if they found something that we should check out.

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We carried on up.

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Despite getting to the top, Jeffels still wanted to get higher for “the shot”. If he fell, it would be death. No doubt about it.

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The light at the top was pretty flat and I grabbed a couple of portraits just because.

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Knackered, and filthy, we made our way back home.

I’ve included a ton of footage from the hospital in the vlog below so definitely check that out if knackered buildings are your thing, and I’ve also included photos from Omar and Steven.

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Sunset by The Clyde & Dumbarton Castle

It’s pretty nuts that the last post was the 200th blog on this incarnation of radiomoths since I shifted from what is now my Tumblr photo stream. Checking out the stats and having already passed last years total blog posts, this is already shaping up to be my most active year. I’m aware quantity doesn’t equate quality… but I’ve actually been liking some of my photos for a change in recent months, that and at least I’m keeping busy. So, whatever.

I’m going to get to Dumbarton Castle in a second, but yesterday started out with a video shoot for my pal Jazz. I also opted to shoot some colour photos for a change of pace. She took notice of some of my Driven By Boredom photo zines and demanded some photos…

I’ll be posting an actual set of these photos at a later date though, so here’s just a couple for now.

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A Walk to Dawsholm Park

Last night, after a relatively heavy conversation with a friend I loaded up my iPod with a playlist and just got gone. I covered a fair few miles pretty quickly – cleared my head, compartmentalised some thoughts, got back home, and just lazed about before finally going to bed.

I woke up this morning feeling much better. Fresh air and talking, eh. Who knew.

Amy actually headed through to Glasgow this morning to join Jeffels, Omar, and myself on one of our photowalks. And this time Omar brought along Rebecca (who I took a whole bunch of portraits of), who also happens to be a damn fine photographer in her own right. Rad.

Goon squad, set.

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We headed to the park. Daisy chains were made. Swings were swung on. Camera gear was shared around. And we made some new dog pals.

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To Manchester: Dave’s Stag Do


Not one for being late, I dragged myself out of bed early and got the 8am bus down to Manchester to meet Dave and the gang who were mostly travelling from Scarborough & Leeds.

The journey was was quiet enough that I could read my book in peace.

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I think I arrived around 12ish and shortly after received word that their trains had been cancelled and so I had a pretty heavy wait on me. Not that that was an issue, the sun was beaming. Plenty of time to take a walk around and rack up the step count since I’m tryna get myself more active.

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Hanging with Omar

Me and Omar have been tryna hang out and shoot photos for a while but our schedules rarely ever allow for it, and he’s always super busy getting away in nature and shit and taking photos.

Yesterday though, we managed to get together and shoot in the city.

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The sun was beaming, to the point where I thought I was gonna burn. The Clyde was lined with folks soaking it up.

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Sunday: To the Necropolis, Hogganfield Park, and back.

Fourteen miles. Fourteen fucking miles.

I half expected that after my month of shooting with ACROS that I’d change it up a bit, but after toying with the idea today before heading out for a walk I couldn’t commit to anything else. I’m seriously in love with it. So here you have it, even more black and white…

Since making a conscious effort to get out more lately, I’m feeling way too familiar with the Dumbarton Rd – Sauchiehall St. stretch, and most of the time for photos it doesn’t get a look in. I think I’m just fed up of walking up and down it. So the photos didn’t start until we we pushed through the centre of town, making a proper start at City of Glasgow College.

It’s not often I take portrait photos, but here’s a couple to start with.

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