Fog over the reservoir
Left early with an old rangefinder and two rolls of Portra. The water was perfectly still until the wind picked up around nine. Half the roll is grey nothing, and I like it that way.
Small notes on walks, film cameras and slow mornings.
Left early with an old rangefinder and two rolls of Portra. The water was perfectly still until the wind picked up around nine. Half the roll is grey nothing, and I like it that way.
A tripod that weighs almost nothing also holds almost nothing. Hanging the bag from the hook helps more than any review suggested.
Developing at home again. Twelve minutes of agitation is a good excuse to stand still in a dark room and think about nothing.