Photography is sporadic.
Shooting with any sort of discipline does not come naturally to me. Like everything I do, it starts and stops, sometimes gushes, sometimes trickles. sometimes ceases to flow at all. For this reason, I am glad that roll of T-Max from a few weeks ago had many shots I didn’t use. This is one of them. Again, note the lovely scan quality. I’ll miss you, CVS. I also just might get a film scanner. Maybe.
Kodak T-Max 100 (expired), Clayton F76+, CVS film destroyer.
Sometimes ignorance is excusable. Sometimes it isn’t. When you bring someone a page of strips of negatives you just painstakingly made in your kitchen sink and they grab them with their dirty fingers to pull them out and jam them into the scanner, it’s just heartbreaking.
Ummm, you know you can’t touch those negatives, right? You have to hold them by the edges.
Oh, uh, really?
Yeah. You might have just ruined all of those. You have to hold them by the edges.
Oh, uh, I’m sorry. I guess I should wear the gloves then?
Yes. Yes, please wear the gloves. Please.
I saw this in the library and though the light was interesting. Interestingly enough, this one scanned especially poorly. It still has the low grain smooth look that is the signature of T-Max, it just had no blacks. Not sure why that’s happening, but it’s easy enough to fix.
It’s interesting how in photography one goes from looking for interesting events to looking for interesting frames to looking ofr interesting light. I wonder where I’ll go next.
100TMX, F76+. I still hate CVS.