I was photographing an event in Flagstaff, Arizona. Gay pride day to be exact, as it is always a good venue to catch all sorts of freaky folk. And indeed I had. Armed with 8 rolls of Delta 400 in my left pocket, I was also practicing my skills at changing the film on my M4P, which I had for less than a month.
I was really surprised that I could change film in a bottom loader Leica
much faster than I could in any camera where the back hinged off the camera. (Yes, there is a little
Germany door on the back that opens so you can confirm the film is properly loaded, and also inspect the shutter, etc.)
So I was so much into popping off the bottom of the camera, pulling out the old roll, putting it in my right pocket, grabbing a new roll from my left, jamming it into the camera, feeding the leader into the teeth of the take-up spool then locking the base plate into place, firing off two shots and then continuing to shoot. It was working like it was supposed to until...
I opened the bottom, and immediate thought "#@*!!" I had forgotten to
rewind the film first. I slammed the bottom back on and locked it, but a sick feeling was already building inside me. I knew the film was toast. And I had just shot a really wild group of male impersonators! I mean, you don't see that every day now!
None-the-less, I developed the film. Here it is:
I didn't cry,but I didn't appreciate making abstract art either!