Black Squadron - Fake facial hair

If L will up and scoot over to Glasgow on a Saturday morning, left to my own devices there's no telling what I might get up to...

And, as it happens, what household supplies I might waste put to good use in the name of Black Squadron. This week's command was fake facial hair, in case you couldn't guess.

After a clearly productive morning, I packed a load of negs into my bag and made my way to Stills for an afternoon of darkroom related fun. It had been a while since my last visit, so everything started off a bit rusty, soon enough (and after more than a few questions to the ever helpful resident staff) I was off and running, well printing anyway. On an odd note, I found myself dancing around the darkroom while waiting for shots to develop, in my defence I had headphones in and I was alone - nothing like lack of company and darkness to bring out the crazy.

Left them to dry, so I'll head over on Monday to pick 'em up and see how I did (I think I'm pretty pleased with the session, but that is without seeing the prints in anything more than dim red lights). And apologies again to the nice Stills folk for not getting out of their hair quicker.