Fog over the canal
The light this morning did that rare thing where everything turns the same pale grey and the bridges seem to float. Two rolls of HP5, pushed one stop. Most frames are soft, a few are exactly what I hoped for.
Slow walks, film cameras and things worth remembering.
The light this morning did that rare thing where everything turns the same pale grey and the bridges seem to float. Two rolls of HP5, pushed one stop. Most frames are soft, a few are exactly what I hoped for.
The shutter curtain had a pinhole and the rangefinder patch was almost invisible. Black fabric paint, a cotton swab and a lot of patience fixed the first; cleaning the half-silvered mirror fixed the second.
Keep the temperature steady, agitate gently, write everything down. The notebook matters more than the chemistry.