The fact that there's a highway to hell and only a stairway to heaven says a lot about anticipated traffic numbers.
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Your experience follows along with most of my attempts at using film, especially color film, that has not been stored well.Black and white film is far more forgiving of many abuses, but the color processes are all just too touchy to depend upon old film and clearly so if you expect to make a living taking photographs, questionable film stocks are just not worth the gamble.In my studio I kept a refrigerator just for film. The freezer section was full of sealed cans of long roll film, which I would move to the cooler before I opened them. I went through an evening ritual everyday to judge my room temperature stocks and pull some film for the next few days, Every Day.I miss the fun of doing photography, not the people and the stresses. Becoming a professional photographer seems like a great idea for someone with such interests, but that movement clouded, drained away and eventually destroyed my "Hobby Interests" in the entire process.I have to admit, though, I would not have the investments and ability to retire well without that "career" being a large part of my life.
How pathetic that I can't even get any in my dreams. Had a weird, but very realistic one where I was sharing a hotel suite with two hot girls. We hung out, laughed, and so on. Then they left and later returned to find me suffering from sleep paralysis. They kept making fun of me as I tried to move and get their attention. At the time I thought I was dying. I wa sable to finally flop myself over on to the one girl's bed, but still asleep. She says, "I'll have a go!" Oh boy, finally after all these years... Nope! I actually woke up from a real sleep paralysis episode. Finally waking myself up by flopping my arm over, but ruining my chances.
