Making the Ordinary Less Ordinary: Rollei RPX 400 at Pont Caffino


Continuing on from my last article about shooting in sub-par lighting, I’ll introduce my next roll of film—RPX 400 from Rollei. I usually like this film. This roll also marked the first time I really tried to use the Tone Curve tool in Lightroom. I’m still getting used to it. But I thought that with RPX 400, I might be able to make some ordinary prints somewhat less ordinary.

After forty years of doing this, you’d think I’d have it all figured out. You’d think I’d have a fixed workflow, a set of rules, a way of knowing exactly what the result will be. But this roll reminded me otherwise. There’s always something new to learn, or something old to look at differently. And I’ve started to wonder if there’s something honest in admitting that, rather than pretending the process is ever truly finished.

Pont Caffino on a February afternoon is exactly that kind of place. I’d never visited before, though I’d heard about it from other photographers. The sky was uniform. The light was flat. Nothing was going to jump out and grab me. So I loaded the Rollei, walked down to the river, and started looking.


The River

The water level was low—noticeably so. I knew this because not long before, I’d been at the Maine in St Hilaire de Loulay where the river had broken its banks completely. You couldn’t even see the weir there, just water spreading across the landscape. Here at Pont Caffino, the opposite was true. More of the granite banks showed through. More of the weir structure was exposed. The river looked different, and I found myself photographing it differently.

River surface with bridge in distance

When the light is flat, water becomes less about reflection and more about texture. You notice the foam patterns, the subtle ripples, the way debris catches on submerged rocks. RPX 400 handled this beautifully—there’s a softness to the water that feels accurate to how it looked that day, not how I wished it looked.

Water Level Gauges

The gauges became an unexpected focal point. They’re functional objects, not particularly beautiful on their own, but they tell the story of this place better than any dramatic landscape could. The reflection of the numbers in the still water added a compositional echo I didn’t plan but gladly kept.

Weir Structure

Where the water quickened over the weir, I had to be careful with exposure. Film handles highlights more forgivingly than digital, but I still metered conservatively. The fallen branch caught my eye—it’s the kind of detail you miss when you’re looking for the big shot, but it adds a diagonal line that pulls the frame together.

On editing the water: The challenge here was separation. When both sky and water are grey, they tend to merge into one another. I used subtle dodging to lift the highlights on the water’s surface, just enough to ensure the reflections didn’t disappear. Nothing dramatic. Just enough to guide the eye.


The Cliff Face

The granite cliffs that frame the Maine valley are dramatic even in bad light. They’re also popular with climbers, which adds a human element I hadn’t planned to capture but couldn’t ignore.

Climber on Granite Close-up

I haven’t shot rock faces like these on HP5+ before. The nearest I got to that was shooting in the Pyrenees mountains—different stone, different light, different everything. So I didn’t have a direct comparison to fall back on. What I noticed with RPX 400 is how it renders texture without aggression. Every crack and lichen patch comes through, but without the bite that HP5+ might have given. For this particular day, that suited the mood better.

Climbing Scene Wider

Seeing the climber and belayer together reminded me that landscapes aren’t empty. They’re used. They’re lived in. The rope creates a diagonal line through the frame, and suddenly there’s narrative—someone is trusting someone else, and both are trusting the rock.

On editing the cliffs: This is where dodging and burning did the most work. Flat light makes rock faces look two-dimensional, like cardboard cutouts. I spent time burning in the crevices and dodging the raised surfaces, essentially repainting the light that wasn’t there when I pressed the shutter. It’s not about creating drama that didn’t exist. It’s about revealing the dimension that the light flattened.


Details

I’ve learned to slow down on days like this. When the big vistas aren’t cooperating, the small things start to speak.

Catkins/Branches

The catkins hanging from bare branches aren’t dramatic. They’re not even particularly interesting as a subject. But they caught the light in a way that felt worth capturing. The shallow depth of field creates a dreamy quality, and the grain—more noticeable here than in the landscapes—adds character rather than detracting from it.

Water Edge Vegetation
Mechanical Detail

The mechanical detail—the lock gate mechanism, I think—was almost accidental. I was walking back from the viewpoint and noticed the bolts, the geared rack, the weathered metal. It’s the industrial counterpoint to all the natural elements. Sometimes you just stop and shoot because something looks like it has a story.

On editing the details: I was careful not to over-sharpen these. The natural grain of RPX 400 provided enough texture without needing digital enhancement. If anything, I pulled back on clarity rather than adding it. These images work because they’re soft, not in spite of it.


The Town & Viewing Platform

For the full perspective, I drove up to Château-Thébaud’s belvedere, “Le Porte-Vue.” It’s a striking piece of architecture—Corten steel extending 23 meters out at 45 meters above the river, designed by Emmanuel Ritz and inaugurated in 2020.

Walkway to Viewpoint

Walking out onto the platform, you feel the height. The steel underfoot, the railing at your side, the valley opening up below. There’s a figure in this shot—could be another photographer, could be anyone taking in the view. It adds scale and reminds you that you’re not alone in these places.

Le Porte-Vue Architecture
Framed View Through Steel

The Corten steel handled the flat light better than I expected. The weathered texture gave the film something to hold onto, and the geometric lines contrast nicely with the organic landscape beyond. The framed view through the steel structure became one of my favourite shots—it acknowledges that you’re looking from somewhere, not just capturing a scene.

River Valley Overview

This is the establishing shot. The full Maine valley from above, all the elements visible at once. You can see the weir, the cliffs, the tree line. After seeing the Maine at St Hilaire de Loulay with water everywhere, this view felt almost spare. The lower levels exposed more of the structure than I’d imagined possible. It’s the image that ties everything together.

Church Steeple
Village Street

The village itself grounds the landscape. The church steeple adds a human landmark to the valley. The quiet street with its leading lines and the number “28” on the wall—these are accidental details that add authenticity. This isn’t a pristine wilderness. It’s a place where people live.

On editing the architecture: I focused on straightening lines and ensuring the steel texture didn’t look too smooth. The flat sky was retained intentionally. I could have blown it out or added artificial clouds, but that would have been dishonest. This is the light I had. This is the day I experienced.


On Making It Less Ordinary

Looking down at the river from Le Porte-Vue, I thought about what I was actually trying to do.

This was my first time at Pont Caffino, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. RPX 400 felt right for this quieter, more exposed version of the valley. But the film alone wasn’t enough. The scans came back flat—accurate, but lacking the dimension I remembered from being there. That’s where the work began.

In Lightroom, I used the Tone Curve to add a gentle S-shape, nothing aggressive. Just enough to add punch without crushing the blacks. I lifted the deepest shadows slightly to preserve the atmosphere. And then I spent time dodging and burning—manually painting light into the highlights of wet granite, holding back exposure in the shadows of riverbanks, guiding the viewer’s eye through texture and tone.

I’ve only started using the Tone Curve with this roll of film. I’m still getting used to it. But I’ve found it offers basic yet subtle controls, as does the dodging and burning. It’s easy to feel like this is cheating. Like you’re admitting the photograph wasn’t good enough straight from the scan. But I’ve started to think of it differently. Dodging and burning isn’t about fixing mistakes. It’s about translation. It’s about taking what you saw and felt and finding a way to communicate that to someone who wasn’t there.

There’s a danger in thinking you know everything. Usually, that’s when you stop seeing. When you assume the light will behave, or the film will respond the way it did last time, you miss what’s actually in front of you. I’d rather be the one still figuring out the Tone Curve after forty years than the one who thinks there’s nothing left to learn.

The result isn’t dramatic. It’s not the kind of image that stops you scrolling. But it felt honest—a quiet enhancement rather than a transformation. And on a grey February day at Pont Caffino, that’s exactly what I was after.


Technical Note

FilmRollei RPX 400
ISOShot at 400
CameraNikon FE
Lens50mm f/1.8 Nikkor
DevelopmentIlfosil 3 (1:9)
ScanningPlustek OpticFilm 8100

Lightroom Adjustments:

  • Tone Curve: Gentle S-curve, highlights lifted slightly, shadows preserved (First serious use of this tool for me)
  • Local Adjustments: Radial filters for dodging/burning on rock textures and water surfaces
  • Grain: No reduction applied
  • Sharpening: Minimal, applied selectively on details

Thanks for reading. If you’ve shot RPX 400 in similar conditions, I’d love to hear how you approached it.

A before and after shot

A New Chapter for IJM Photography


Hello, dear reader.

In a world that often feels unmoored, I’ve found grounding in the simple act of making and sharing photographs. I’m pleased to share that IJM Photography is now officially a registered micro-entreprise in France—a quiet but meaningful step forward.

Next month, I’ll be launching a small, carefully curated collection of print-on-demand photographs, drawn from images I’ve shared here over the years. To begin, I’m offering six 8×10 inch prints—some in rich colour, others in classic black and white—each printed on museum-grade archival paper and ready framed.

These are more than pictures. They’re fragments of light, memory, and place—moments I’ve carried with me, now offered to you.

I hope one of my images finds a home with you.

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Notes, January 2026


Welcome to this strange new world—where nations are treated like commodities, and young people stay silent whenever they don’t feel concerned.

I’m not talking about the clusterfuck that is Trump’s lingering shadow over Venezuela, or the absurd spectacle of U.S. leaders eyeing Greenland like real estate. Nor am I pointing fingers at the eerie quiet from European students and campuses while protests rage in Iran.

Maybe I’m not saying the world is going to hell.

But let’s call a spade a spade: something vital has gone missing.

Any sense of decency—gone.

And what a good job I’m not depressed.

Oh wait.

Shit.

I think back to a year ago—to the China tour—and how I still smell it on my skin. Not literally, maybe. But in the way my pantry fills with new ingredients, in the way I stir-fry now without measuring, just feeling. And the sauces I make…

Google Photos keeps nudging me: “1 year ago today.”

And just like that—I’m back there.

A before and after.

Definitely.

I see the same friends at rehearsals and revel in the memories we made.

I also look to the future. This sick leave has given me space to rest—and I feel the energy slowly returning to this body of mine.

On New Year’s Eve, my son did some “daddy-sitting” for me. I shared the evening with his friends—and for once, I didn’t feel like the spare tire, or a discarded condom in a student halls of a residence.

I felt… present.

The beard is gone, and of course my daughter hates it. At least she didn’t cry this time, like when she was two.

I’ve actually gone out and shot some film: a roll I started during summer holidays and finished in Montaigu, and another I exposed in the cathedral in Nantes over Christmas.

The first photos I’ve taken indoors since the fire.

I’m getting there.

Trying to be present in this new crazy world—where our leaders are anything but leaders, and older ways of doing things seem to be shifting beneath our feet.

I don’t know where we’re going.

But we certainly seem to be on our way…

Come along if you like.
I’ll keep the window cracked — just enough to let the light in.

Never Complain, Never Explain


Content Note: This post discusses depression and emotional exhaustion. Please read with care.

That was the old Royal Family rule—stoic, impenetrable, forever above it all.

I, alas, am not royalty. I’m an overthinker with a camera and a blog, and I owe you nothing… but I’d like to offer a little explanation anyway. Call it common courtesy. Or perhaps just the need to name what’s been happening.

So here’s the situation report from IJM Photography.

I haven’t written in a month for two reasons.
First: the season. If you’ve followed this space for a while, you know I’ve long wrestled with melancholy—especially as the days shorten. This year, it hit harder than usual. I made it through November, but only just. By December, I was physically and mentally exhausted.

Second: my health. After a conversation with my manager and HR, I was referred to the médecin du travail. She diagnosed me with dépression aiguë—acute depression (not the cute, Hello Kitty kind)—and noted a heart murmur. Frankly, I was relieved to have a name for what I’d been carrying.

She ordered me to go straight home—not back to work—and to see my GP the next day. She mentioned my brain chemistry was “in a bit of a mess.” Which, in its odd way, reminded me of three things:

  • — I have a brain
  • — I have a heart
  • — and I am profoundly tired

Not broken. Just worn thin.

I was referred to the local Centre Médico-Psychologique. There, I broke another unspoken rule: when the nurse asked how I was, I didn’t say, “Fine, thanks.” I told the truth—calmly, factually, without blame—about the weight I’d been under since returning to work after my accident, and how even the resilience I’d inherited from past generations suddenly felt out of reach.

To my surprise, a session with a psychiatrist opened up right away. He was kind, thoughtful. We talked about identity, belonging, and the quiet strain of straddling cultures. He said I carry “the mindset of an immigrant”—and that perhaps I’ve become more French than I realize. He suggested working on communication with my spouse, and that a trip back to the UK might help me reconnect with myself.

He might be right. If funds were no object, I’d book the ticket tomorrow.

For now, I’m taking things one day at a time. Resting. Recharging. And slowly returning—to my camera, to my words, to myself.

Thank you for waiting.

— IJM

致我在中国的读者们:一封感谢信A Letter of Gratitude to My Readers in China


亲爱的中国朋友们

写下这封信,不仅是为了感谢你们访问 ijmphotography.net,更是为了向你们表达我内心深深的感激——感谢你们在2024年末至2025年初我访问中国时,给予我的那份无言却真挚的善意。

当时,我作为一名圆号演奏员,随法国“卢瓦尔河畔交响乐团”(Symphonique des Bords de Loire)来到中国巡演。我们有幸在几座令人赞叹的音乐厅中演出,但真正打动我的,远不止是建筑的华美或音响的精妙,而是你们细致入微的款待。

我至今难忘后台为乐团精心准备的蜜橘——有的已细心剥好,有的整齐切开,果肉晶莹,清甜沁心。那是我一生中吃过最美味的蜜橘,回国后我再未尝到过如此滋味。还有中场休息或演出结束后,工作人员悄然奉上的茉莉花茶,香气清雅,温润入心。那不仅是一杯茶,更是一份无需言语的尊重与欢迎。这些看似微小的举动,却饱含深情,成为我此生珍藏的记忆。

虽然我还不会说中文(但我已认真考虑开始学习!),但在那段旅程中,我从未感到自己是个“外人”。因为许多情感,本就超越语言:无论在广州还是格洛斯特,父亲对孩子的爱都是一样的;无论在长沙还是巴黎,摄影师追逐的都是同一束光;无论在哪个舞台,音乐家聆听的,都是音符之间那片珍贵的寂静。

我已回到家中,并开始为家人烹制更多中式风味的菜肴。这已成为我们家的一个小仪式——借由日常三餐,将那段温暖的回忆重新带回我们的生活中。。

能以客人的身份,而非游客的身份,走进你们的国家,是我的荣幸。而如今,能与远在万里之外的你们,通过影像与文字彼此相遇,同样令我心怀感激。

如果您愿意了解更多关于那次旅程的故事,我写下了一系列随笔:
《中国系列:管弦乐之旅》
以及后续文章。

谢谢你们——
昔日的盛情款待,今日的耐心阅读。

谨致谢忱,
Ian James Myers

AI Isn’t Magic — It’s a Tool.


Here’s How I Use It Without Losing Myself.

A creative’s guide to using AI wisely — with the A.C.T.D. framework. 

I will seem a little controversial in this article, but AI (artificial intelligence) is becoming a constant in this creative world.  Do I use it?  Yes.  How?  When I don’t know how to do things, like speak Chinese.  When I need to have a copy editor to check my grammar and spelling.  When it comes to photography do I use it?  Not in the creation of a photograph, but sometimes yes to edit for me.  There are tools in Photoshop that are useful to the photographer like generative fill, for example..

But what is AI?  The large language models, the generative image tools?  Does it write code for developers?  Yes it can, but as most things it is a machine and never forget that.  It is learning, and think of it as being an eager student ready to learn.  It doesn’t get it right all the time, and it can, like any human, make mistakes.  It is a computer.  It does exactly what you tell it to do.  Does it understand British understatement,  sarcasm or banter?  No, because it still needs training.

But like most things, does it live up to the hype?  No, especially if you don’t know how to talk to it.   When I talk to people about how I use AI, I always share my A.C.T.D. framework. 

A is for Actor. I tell AI: “Act as my editor,” or “Act as my literary agent.” AI thrives on context — so give it one. For example: “Act as a specialist in vegan cooking.” (Yes, very controversial — I did warn you.) 

C is for Context. AI thrives on it. Give it background — what you’re trying to achieve, who your audience is, or why this matters. 

T is for Task. Be specific. Tell it exactly what you want — not “help me write,” but “write a 300-word intro about AI for photographers.” 

D is for “Think Deeply.” Ask AI to reflect before answering — in ChatGPT, click “Think”; in Qwen, you may need to select a reasoning-focused model.

And here’s the truth no one talks about enough: AI doesn’t create — it remixes. It feeds on human-made content — blogs, photos, code, songs, even tweets. And as anyone who’s scrolled the internet knows… a lot of that data is complete bollocks.

It’s trained on our best ideas — and our worst. Our genius — and our garbage. So if you feed it junk, it gives you junk back. If you give it context, clarity, and care — it can help you refine your own voice. Not replace it.

But tell me Ian what can’t it do?  It seems to be replacing everyone in translation and creative industries?  I get it, we all sorry about that, but you can learn how to spot AI content on the internet.  People once said a photograph never lies, but we soon found out that it could lie to us.  It can’t replace that personal interaction and accompagnement, such as sitting with a client before a shoot.  It can’t replace the feeling you get when you receive your prints from the photographer, and you realise that all that prep was worth it.  

I have met people who have told me that I have a beautiful camera, and that it must take beautiful pictures.  Well?  It can’t.  Like the person who says yeah but I can do that on my mobile…  Generally they can’t.  We still have our craft.  A computer can’t do that for us.  I can’t replace our artistic vision, despite trying to tell us that it can.  At best it can only provide an emulation.

I first wanted to learn about the internet when it first came out.  I wanted to know how to use it before my children would tell me.  That was over 25 years ago.  I approach AI in the same way.  It doesn’t have all the answers, but when well used, it’s a bloody good tool to have in your kit.

This isn’t about rejecting AI—it’s about reclaiming agency. When I give it clear context and a specific task, it becomes a mirror for my own creativity. But the song? The photo? The feeling in your hands when you hold a print? Those aren’t AI’s work. They’re yours. The tool sharpens the craft—but only the human holds the vision. So use AI like a darkroom chemical: a helper, not the artist. And never forget: the most revolutionary thing in your kit isn’t silicon. It’s you.

A illustration to a song written by AI about my Moly and my wife. That bitch who stole my man…

P.S. The song above? Written entirely by AI. It’s witty, structured, and even tugs at the heart—proof that AI can imitate craft. But it didn’t feel heartbreak. It didn’t choose to love a rescue dog more than its human partner. That irony, that ache? That’s still ours. AI remixes our stories. We give them meaning.