Oh, you've read this before. You've read about how I dropped off film at my local film guy. You've read how he told me that it would be ready by the end of the day. And you've also read about how when I so excitedly went to pick up my film at the end of the day I was told...well, this time the machine wasn't broken, it was COLD.
I didn't take the film back. There was no point. Though he tells me it'll be ready at 1pm tomorrow afternoon, I'll believe it when I see it. I like this guy as a person, but I think he's just run out of straws.
So instead of (potentially) beginning of a new run of shots, I instead have this most crepuscular offering:
I'd like to think that this is the last time I'll bring any black and white film to that place, hoping that the machine won't be broken or cold only to come back here and bitch about it.
I'd like to think that...