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Taking A Hard Left Here To A Film Roll From What Must Have Been Late 2018
taking a hard left here to a film roll from what must have been late 2018
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after the fire comes sweet warm rain
Look! I’ve created a metaphor. ---
The film got back to me sooner than I’d hoped, but with some problems. Not only are several strips of negative creased but the lab actually cut one photograph in half. I’m slightly bewildered, since they kept these light-leaky endstrips in and uncut. Seems they might have lost a customer. Then again, I’m looking forward to posting some of the analogues alongside the Fujifilm XT-4 snaps. The Flexaret, actually, does a beautiful job of replacing the Adox. Only some minor kinks (word play intended) to work out.
some occasional details ---
I’ve walked these streets so many times before and, yet, or maybe because of that it always feels great to be back, although this time around it defenitely had something to do with the stroking of the ego (not the most endearing admission, alas). But I also turned some new corners.
