Inspired by Gene M. After a 5 year break I mixed up a fresh pot of developer and fixer, loaded my Vivitar/220 SLR with Delta 400, and went shootin'.
I took my wife's car to the tire shop to get the Blizzaks mounted on a bright, clear, cold (5F), Colorado Springs morning. I slapped an orange filter,
polarizer and ND filter to the Mamiya 55mm F/1.4 prime and stepped carefully through the snow. Fresh tire tracks in the snow...ka-CHUNK! Brass
fountain with a snow cap...ka-CHUNK! A pile of old tires frosted with snow like a big black bowl of Cheerios...ka-CHUNK! Off with the gloves to screw on
the telephoto adapter and swing over to frame Pikes Peak between the fire station and the "Space Family Robinson" saucer-building. Twist the polarizer
and the sky goes dark...ka-CHUNK!
Later, some beautiful candid portraits of my wife, looking soooo fine!
After dinner I unrolled the changing bag, and had to fix the zipper. I set up my chemicals and developing tank, double-checked the Massive Developing
Chart, set the timer and....GO!
It was like catching up with an old friend. I found my mind replaying all the morning's shots and trying to translate them to B/W...each step firing off
synaptic recognition...like navigating through the old neighborhood. And the smells eliciting memories like a childhood bake shop.
The final rinse and then take the film off the reel and......
No images, just a dark leader to let me know the chemicals all worked and that the film just sat there, just short of the take-up spool.
You know it didn't feel quite right when I rewound the film. Why didn't I advance to the end to check the tension. Why didn't I remember to check the
tension at the beginning of the roll.
Well, I DON'T CARE! I am especially fond of this camera. A thrift-store rescue, brassed, bashed, but with a shutter like butter...alright, a butter churn. I
missed the simplicity of a manual film camera with an uncoupled meter. No batteries? No problem! Nothing to charge. It was ready to shoot the moment
I picked it up after it sat for who knows how long and after suffering who knows what abuse; as evidenced by a dented, dimpled penta prism tower that
wears its hot-shoe at a jaunty angle.
And even though I didn't manage to preserve the images I saw trough the viewfinder, I spent the morning seeing my neighborhood through a 55mm F/1.4
lens bringing the highlights in and out of focus by my own hand at my own speed, FEELING the DOF, not watching some red rectangles confirm the
camera had done the job for me.
So you can tell by my rambling on that I LOVED every moment of it. I've already reloaded the camera and triple-checked the film this time.
I'm already looking forward to rolling some backing paper together with film onto a couple of empty 828 spools and running them through my Kodak
Bantam. If I can find my film slitter, I've got some 110 cameras to get reacquainted with and then there are the 120/620 folders....<div></div>