I went to the darkroom today. Needed to finish up a few prints for an assignment. But before that, I went down to the river with my Nikon FM and shot about a roll of film. I’m looking forward to seeing how they turn out. I entered the creepy and forbidden “Camp.” Didn’t see anyone. Last time I saw someone there, I almost got beat up–by a chain-smoking woman at least 30 years older than me. I was kinda hoping to see her again. I’d like to photograph her … after I picked myself up off the ground. Anyway, I got some interesting shots of the deserted camp with its ancient campers and rotting fishing docks. But the best part was seeing the peacock. I was walking on the river bank, away from the camp, and straight ahead of me stood a peacock. I didn’t photograph it; it wasn’t close enough. But wow, surreal. I wondered if it belonged to someone, but who? No one lives out there except for the people at the camp, and the place was desserted as far as I could tell. The peacock and I just studied one another for a few moments. It looked at me as if it knew something I didn’t know, and then it disappeared into the woods.
Self PortraitThere are some scratches on these prints, but I figured out why my film keeps getting scratched: I’m not cutting the lead enough. A jagged piece is left to scratch the whole roll as I shift it onto the reel. I made sure to cut it this last time, and no scratches, so that is good. None of these scans are from that roll. I have printed a few of them, but I haven’t scanned any yet. These prints were all taken on 400 speed film. I have developed a roll of 100 speed, and I like it better, but it could be the new camera too.
I have noticed that I tire more easily in the darkroom. I can usually only work for 2-3 hours at a time. I think I am ready to learn a few new things, like making maps for dodging and burning and such. Up to this point, it has been straight prints from negatives, but I feel as if I’m ready to do a little experimenting now.
After the darkroom, I went and got my hair done.