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This was my first 4x5 shot, or maybe the second. I was really drunk and lonely, in my old apartment where I lived with my shitty ex (who was gone that weekend). I opened the door in the middle of the winter and pointed the Cambo SCX outside, had no idea about the reciprocity failure for what was probably Fomapan 100. Still, it makes me nostalgic. I miss being 24 and feeling like I had my life ahead of me, that I still had time to course-correct. This was probably the winter after my first concussion. It's a garbage photo that gives me this warm feeling. Montreal at night in winter is the coziest place I've ever been.
