Free Film

I do love trying different film. But only BW. Just not into color film testing. I spent years doing that; now, sadly there is only Kodak for color negatives. A sad compromise after living with Fuji’s pinnacle of color possibles.

Can you guess that I just returned from a walkabout to find that the film had fucked up. Yep. Well, I had failed to load, to verify the film advancing.

Since I am in new territory I can easily find a roll (120) worth of images in a half hour, so not much time was lost. But I still hate opening the back to find that the counter was only clicking off revolutions, not film frames. The difference between counting and doing. Between theory and practice. Between electrons and atoms.

But then again, that is the meaning of experience. Mechanics fails- human and human made.

Awake, another one

common ground is comforting ground. We do old things with less attention; a picture makes them stand out. Making pictures is something like making breakfast — stop starving. Feast, even in small bits

Scraps of tape from the holding box from the darkroom. In hand and finished. That paper is gone. Prints were made and sit in boxes. Another isn’t the same as the same as. Every bite is a bit different with every different day.

On my worktable: books atop books, alongside prints, alongside notebooks. I love to compose in compressed space and meanings.