Come on, Robert. Stop reblogging. Let your film blog be it’s own thing. Stop being such a content dick.
I’m almost out of developed pictures to share. There is talk of doing something tomorrow that might result in some new shots. We’ll see.
For now, here’s another one of Dad’s pics with a nasty looking hack in it. No clue where, when, what, or anything. It was in the camera when I got it so I had it developed and now here it is.
I bagged up a ton of clothes that don’t fit me anymore so that I could donate them to Goodwill or something.
Three trash bags full of clothes. Wow.
Unfortunately if I try to take them out of the car I might drown.
Holy sudden downpour, Batman!
I have half an hour left in the work day. After that we will get some DoorDash (or something similar) Dinner. I ordered steak tips and broccoli. After that…
Movie night.
Thor: Love and Thunder.
My first trip into a movie theater since the Dawn of the Pandemic. I will be masked. I will be nervous. I will also be confident that I will be safe. I’ve had four vaccine shots. Let’s put ’em to work.
We are hoping that a Wednesday night movie will mean a mostly empty theater. We’re also going to the new cinema in Salem, NH. Harry’s been there once and said the theater seats are comfy. Nice. I will not be getting any food, but I will probably get a bottle of water, if I can.
Here’s hoping the movie lives up to my very high expectations. I’m sure it will.
I am running out of film shots to share! I have two rolls ready to develop, and one in the camera that’s half way through. I need to get crackin’ on some new stuff. When I say knew, I partially mean more of the same, but also some new. We’ll see.
A quick trip to the mechanic to drop off Harry’s car for an appointment tomorrow.
This is probably my least favorite shot from the one non-expired roll I’ve had developed. I think using my phone to scan everything from this roll also fudged the colors a little. The prints are pretty yellowy/orangey, but maybe not quite this yellowy/orangey. Something to consider for the future, I guess.
Finally. Patches sacked out on Jen’s side of the bed instead of mine for once.
My first attempt at playing with depth of field was using film that expired before most of you were born.
