Another fortunate mistake. This is the "better" luck I am having. Yesterday I developed four sheets of color film. One image seemed to show--barely. The rest were totally blank. Maybe I am forcing myself in the face of my failures, but I rather like this one.
Blank films were not my only disappointment yesterday, however. My much anticipated holders for glass photo plates arrived. They were expensive. I ordered two. They were not well made, though, 3D printed I assume, and the first one broke when I tried to load it.
"All my hopes and dreams. . . ."
I thought, however, to start today afresh with all the knowledge my failures have afforded me.
The forecast--thunderstorms. Safari denied. I'll not be schlepping that big camera around in the rain.
Beats the fuck out of me.
My mother and I watched "The Chair" in its entirety in two nights. Now what? They are not making shows quick enough for the Covid Culture. What are we supposed to do. . . read? That's so 20th century. It is like reading used to be something hip (link). Way back before YouTube.
Love me. I just went on a rant for a few paragraphs but have deleted it. I've spared you. I've spared myself. I don't want to be part of the Culture of Rage. No, that's awkward. Rage Culture. More concise.
Here's what the image looked like before I colorized it.
I have a hard time deciding which I like most. I flip back and forth. Yesterday it was the color version. This morning, the black and white has more appeal. No matter. It was simply a fortunate mistake. Could I duplicate it? Probably. I'm sure I will many times more. It seems to be part of my creative DNA just now.