Tuesday, February 7, 2017
I should skip writing a blog entry today. I am argumentative but unprepared. You can feel that, sometimes, the anger or rage or simple irritation coursing through your veins. It is like a fire. My molars clench in an unconscious, primitive rhythm. My eyelids contract without closing. Perhaps it is a chthonic reaction to the anxiety. I don't know. I just have to control it.
I developed three rolls of black and white film last night. The medium format film was blank. I had found it in some dark corner and didn't know what it was. Now I remember it was a roll of film I ran inside out through the Hasselblad. I ruined one roll of 35mm film by not getting it on the reel correctly so that the film touched in a couple places. The third, shot through the Hasselblad Xpan, was fine, but scanning those is a bitch. Half an hour twirling tanks, and that is what I came up with.
I will cut and scan them tonight. Maybe there will be ONE image I like or can kid myself that I like.
Here are old people having fun. Isn't that what is supposed to happen? Beers on the patio, some early dinner, a game of canasta? They do not look resigned, do they? They look as if they are truly enjoying themselves and one another.
How do people do it?
Posted by cafe selavy at 7:56 AM