About a week ago, R and I drove down to Buġibba for a (very) short walk and a few photos. You know, one of those things where the whole point was to get out into the open air. I had known about this recent wreck for a few weeks, so we decided to head that way. It’s not something you see every day. Sure enough, this wreck attracted others as well – from the odd tourist to several other photographers (a moniker I’m loosely applying to anyone with a camera). Thankfully, most were respecting the tape barrier set up by the transport authority, so there were several options for unobstructed views.
Initially I headed down beyond the prow and started setting up my tripod. I quickly realised that I had left a critical piece of gear behind (the camera body), so after a few choice words with myself I packed up and headed up again. R had taken refuge from the wind (we did not anticipate it to be this chilly) in the shelter of a nearby building, and had taken a few photos with the mirrorless camera. I borrowed this to take a few photos myself; as luck would have it, I had brought the lens adapter with me, so I could easily use my lenses and filters with this camera instead. It was an interesting and unexpected experience.
Oh, and if you’re wondering about the title of this blog post, the ship is named after the Greek smithing god.