First black and white film roll. Film has been an agonizing but beautiful experience. Everything is trial and error, stupid mistakes, unexpected results and loud shutter clicks. I stepped into a dark room today for the first time and it felt... like my instructor was quite annoyed with me. To be fair, I was 10 minutes late. I can still get lost in Sheffield, I've only been here a month. In any case my roll wasn't going to be easy to develop and I was only treated to a lecture on chemicals and learned getting the roll developed requires some fumbling around in pitch black darkness. Not a fan of darkness, not alone and not in a locked room with a stranger. But I got the roll on the spool thing and into the developing thing, so I get a pat on the back. The amazing-ness began when we got to the printing part. Watching the image come up on the paper basically made my heart skip a beat. It wasn't my photo but it was still wonderful. Next up: developing my roll. Adventures in film continues.
These I took on a kind of black and white film that can't be properly developed at my uni's darkroom so I had them developed the boring way: Boots. The effects were not intentional. I simply suck in the unloading film department.