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?
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