Saturday morning burnt the porridge. A groggy awakening but wanting to take advantage of the light so set about taking shots of several scenes outside the Depot.
This resulted in: one double exposure; one half pulled slide with a film in it; a half full box of paper not closed properly and fogged. Oh and later, completing a technique of sensitising photographic paper in camera a boost by a quick exposure through a filter; yes, I forgot to put the filter in front; another 2 sheets of 8×10 wasted.
If you’re brain is half wake so you burn the porridge DO NOT go and perform technical, detailed, and precise procedures.
The compensation is that the one shot that worked came out beautifully, now very happy with the direct positive prints. The downside is that was the box of paper that got fogged so had to order a new box. – Update – actually only one sheet was fogged all the rest OK.
Hi Richard,
Hope you are having a good time. I had a chuckle over this post because it took me a little while to figure out whether you literally burnt your porridge or whether “Saturday morning burnt the porridge” was a British expression for something going wrong. I realize you literally burnt it, but I’m thinking we should also adopt it as a euphemism for a really bad day.
I love the euphemism idea, ‘burnt porridge’.