…and here is another Cyanotype but bleached back. My neighbours 112 year old shed.
Model for the day
Brushing Cyanotype on paper
I only had time for a quicky in the basement. Since most of my finished wet plate negatives were taken the last few days I opted for the Cyanotype process which added a nice wintery feel to them. I made some with the nice cool Cyanotype blue and some bleached back to change the tone. Because of Swedish winter, a must for printing old photographic processes is investing in some kind of UV source. I have an old face tanning bed. Although as tempting as it is with some extra sunshine, I don’t stand too near to it when printing.
(He grew some facial hair for the photo)
I thought the hens weren’t scared of any weather. One could probably count the days they’ve stayed inside on one hands fingers. Even yesterday when the temperature dropped suddenly down to -9 degrees celsius they still ventured out. Then last night it finally snowed! When I opened the hatch this morning Buffy stuck her head out and made a noice I can’t explain, she ate some snow and carefully tried walking on it. It took at least five minutes before the others dared. They all flew up on the sitting stick and after about two minutes ran back inside. Now the cowards have stayed in the henhouse all day, muttering away and as to show their contempt, haven’t laid one egg yet today.
My seeds came with the post today! Started out planting all my chillies, three new types and some from last year. My favourite is Hot lemon, it goes very well with fish. Last year I had a seed and plant exchange day, a friend bought and swapped some chilli plants, later in summer her plants were trees! Mine were not higher than a couple of decimetres but this year I have chicken-shit! It will be very interesting to see what it does to the garden.
I’m glad I made the trip to the fish shop today. Not only because they always have the freshest fish and friendliest service but it gave me the answer to a question I’ve had for years, what’s wrong with Sej(Saithe)? Since my granddad was a fisherman my mother was brought up eating mainly fish. Naturally I ate a lot of fish growing up but my mum and the only fish my mum never bought was Sej. She never had a very good explanation for it, the best was -maybe because the meat is grey? One of the ladies who owns the fish shop in the harbour had a much more plausible answer. She had been told by a fisherman that it stems from way back when Sweden was at war with Norway. There was a lot of Sej/Saithe along the Norwegian coast so it was thought of as a Norwegian fish. The rivalry between the Swedes and Norwegians was so strong that if there was a storm and a ship had to go to shore in an emergency and they didn’t have the right currency they were refused help. So apparently it has nothing to do with colour of meat, taste or anything else. As she was tellin gem this story an old fisherman came in and the lady behind the counter asked isn’t it so? About the Norwegians? He replied What? What? Norway? No the Norwegian girls are lovely!
She did convince me to buy some Sej, so tonight we’ll see…
Bugget, the boss hen
Thinking back on last year, getting the chickens was the high-light for me. From starting out thinking birds where a bit scary to now being a fully feathered chicken lover! Or as my daughter calls me, a Chaddict(chicken-addict). They have grown from fluffy little balls into beautiful grown hens. They all have such different personalities and never fail to give me a laugh. A lot of the time I let them run around in the garden but as time goes it seems they get more adventurous. Yesterday we had to go on a hen-hunt. Maggie, the runt, was the only hen left in the garden and that’s never happened before, they usually stick together. I called and called and walked around shaking some grains but they were nowhere to be seen. Then after about half an hour I finally found them happily digging away in one of my neighbours flower beds.
Breakfast egg with Swedish “Kalles” caviar
Nugget, Bugget and Buffy are laying more than their fair share. A Hedemora hen is supposed to lay about 150 eggs a year but we get three eggs a day from three hens so far. I love going out to get the morning papers and coming back with eggs. It’s also a joy to give away to neighbours and family. My plan is to be very generous to the closest neighbours so that when spring comes and they find my hens in their flower beds they won’t have the heart to be angry. Seriously though, I just ordered seeds for the garden and come spring I think I will have to start a war with the hens. Or keep them fenced in. Or maybe just fence in the flowers?