Last year, I was gifted three rolls of Fuji color film that, to the best of the giver's memory, had expired sometime just short of Y2K. It had been in a closet ever since, along with a developing tank and some reels. I shot one of what I thought were three 24-exposure rolls. It turned out so dense you could just barely see there was an image. I scanned two that I could recognize had a picture hiding under the fog but gave up on the rest. It wasn't worth trying to use the other two rolls... but I didn't throw them away.
Later in the year, Fuji had the best price for 35mm ISO 400 color film. I bought a box of 36-exposure rolls, most of which have been used. Last month, I loaded Handicam with a 36-exposure roll of Fujifilm 400. It seems one of those free vintage rolls was 36 exposures. There was almost no difference between exposed and unexposed areas. On the light table, you could just see where the frames were and occasionally a bit of picture. I tried to scan them anyway.
Have you ever wondered what kind of picture you can get out of really heavily fogged outdated film? Let's find out.
My optometrist identified critical density in a secondary cataract in my right eye, although I couldn't tell anything. I decided to take advantage of Medicare while it still exists and get it taken care of. There was a half-hour wait at the Vision Center but, the good part of that is, I downloaded a novel by Balzac that I've been enjoying. Thanks to possibly the most cheerful medical practitioner I've encountered, it was almost fun.
On the interstate to Kaukauna for the Fox Valley Photography Group, I couldn't tell if the lights were any less sparkly but a pinholer is probably not the best judge of that sort of thing. It still surprises me that I can get up in a darkened discussion and set up a pinhole camera on a tripod, sit back down and repeat the process twenty minutes later, and no one in the group bats an eyelash.
The next twenty minutes.
I have begun playing the guitar again and think I've identified a goal to keep me going, but I'm also guilting myself into it by taking pictures and posting them on the internet.
It snowed.
The magnolia and Central Street.
Is there anything more of a pinhole cliché?
The new Mustang was extraordinarily dirty. Every time I went by the car wash, there was a 45-minute line.
Finally committed to it armed with the Balzac, which made it endurable.
I'm next! Having the sunshine on that windshield really shows off the dirt. The shutter was opened all during the carwash, but I forgot to close it until I got home. That really made a dense negative.
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Although my regular optometrist thought my right eye was bad, the cheerful laser specialist thought my left was worse, so I returned the next week for a second dose of coherent light.
With some knowledge of their routine, left alone after the dilation drops, I opened the shutter with the camera on the chair that held my coat and managed to close it before they returned. When I sat down and saw the camera had tilted over, I had to get up and repoint it. During the brief procedure, the beams looked red, but that's just a pilot light that the real high-energy stuff is on. They also use two lasers in sort of a rangefinder to target the blobs.
Paying the property taxes at City Hall.
A new upscale restaurant opened in the now-its-a-Marriot hotel by the river. Nicely designed dining room and adjacent bar. Very modern, and maybe a bit sterile, but at least not industrial.
Encouraging to see these big ice cubes in the cocktails. The food was pretty good.
There was a string quartet in the corner of the arena at the Farmers' Market.
The featured band in the lobby was an abbreviated version of Doctor Kickbutt's Orchestra of Death.
The faithful violinist who has been saving for college at every market for two years was in the vestibule.
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It was the first day of sturgeon spearing season. The lake was full of trucks and shanties. By the time I walked out to the end of Ames Point it was snowing pretty heavily.
My sore toe is all better now. My doctor and I agreed it was better
to get all this data and find out it was healing rather than some of the alternatives. The very nice technician who did the early circulation tests led with "Have you ever had Gangrene?" One of her tests showed a flat line.
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Handycam has a hand-drilled .17mm pinhole 24mm from a 24x36mm frame. The old film was developed in a Cinestill Quart Powder C41 kit.