By Noon Tomorrow
I screwed up one of the rolls, winding it incorrectly on the spindle so it stuck together in a great horrible splotchy mass, but the others came through fine and are, at least, well, interesting. I suppose I've repeated this same mistake in the past, this is hardly my first roll of film, but it's a dumb mistake, a mistake you make when you're not paying attention. Hi, ho. What's so magic about paying attention?
But it's gotten me started. I ordered additional items from B&H yesterday and will receive them before the weekend. Another ten rolls of Tri-X, some more D-76 developer, a package of Microdol-X (I've always wanted to brew soups with names like Microdol-X.) What the hell, shoot the moon. There's no time but the present. I also included packets of fixer, more collapsible plastic storage bottles and enough TMax to float a boat. I need to put this thing to bed (don't you think?), nail it down, figure it out: a few more bucks at B&H won't make much difference. They already own my first born and have a mortgage on two of the younger children.
Some part of my attitude has to do with time. There doesn't seem to be any. To properly evaluate the film(s) and the processing and the cameras takes time and who has time? I carry a camera wherever I go. Do I learn more carrying a camera to lunch? That's the idea, but who knows? How much time should I spend comparing negatives? Tri-X to Tmax, Epson to chemicals? More than I spend, my bucko's.
Other than that, a good day. It turned out there was no need to stay late at work this afternoon to prepare for tomorrow's project. I don't think it was necessary, anyway. Blind siding, don't they call it? I'll know by noon tomorrow.
Later, after trashing one of my two remaining rolls of TMax in the same way I lunched the roll of Tri-X yesterday. The reels snap together in a particular fashion. My, my. I wonder how I managed to successfully develop the half dozen or so rolls I did at the beginning of this year? You learn. I now know how to snap together my developing reels. Success, I suppose. One stumbling step at a time.