I enrolled in a black and white film photography class this semester. There is something about the integrity of film that is beautiful and so artistic to me. Naturally I was thrilled to get started. I am lucky enough to be able to use my father-in-law's Nikon F100 to to shoot my film. Unfortunately, this camera has so many functions and options and dials, I had no idea where to begin. With the help of some classmates and a user's manual I was able to get a slight hang of how to set it correctly.
Like I mentioned in my previous post, I have this thing with the Fair. Ever since I went a couple of years ago, it is absolutely necessary that I go every year. I thought it would be interesting to take my metering assignment to the Fair and take pictures of nostalgic old food stands and the ferris wheel. So I did. Unfortunately, today as I was trying to finish up my film to take to class to develop, I realized the frame never changed from frame one on the new pictures I was taking, all of the pictures I took today were taken on that one frame. So I opened the back to see what was going on and exposed my film and ruined it. I was devastated. I can't get those back, the Fair is gone, and so is my motivation to do anything tonight but sulk about my loss.
Tomorrow is a new day, and hopefully something else will inspire me enough to photograph and maybe even be better than the pictures I will never get to see.