Mood: Pensive
Listening to: Mogwai - Punk Rock
Reading: The Mission of Art - Alex Grey
Watching: Crash

Hello strangers,

This semester at UT I was not able to enroll in any photo classes due to demand and having a late registration period. As I did my best to get in good with the proctors, professors, etc. of the photolab last semester I asked them if I'm not in any photo classes I lose my darkroom access dont I... "Yes."

Ouch.

Over the past two months I've been dragging around my 35mm, snapping shots here and there. My ski trip in Utah, landscapes here in Austin, portraits of my dog whom I only get to see a few times a year now, friends, cats at the art building and other just general shots from wherever I find myself. Today I took them to a CVS store to have the rolls developed. I was very excited to pick them up. Until I find out they developed my true b&w film in c41 developer.

Ouch.

Seeing negative strips that you poured countless hours of time and heart into come out blank hurts. It hurts allot. I lost everything. Every shot.
I don't get sad often, and I cry even less. It's not that I'm so strong, I'm just usually a go with the flow kind of person.
When I got back home I stared at the ceiling blank thinking of every release of the shutter those dumbasses erased in c41. I even teared up a little until I fell asleep in a state of pensive depression.


What can you do. I guess these things happen. They copped me 5 rolls of c41 film. Gee, thanks.
I suppose there is only one thing to do... open my camera, load another roll and get back out there.

And I'll do the same here. I've renewed my subscriptions, filing through my 1,000 messages and submitting new shots.
love you guys,

Douglas

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But let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.
- Jack Kerouac