The black and white contact sheets look crisp with good whites, but I don't want to make that mistake again, and, quite honestly, I've got to take a really good look at them this weekend to see if it's really true. I hand carried the rest of the exposed film through the on board check in station and they seem OK. Air travel is great, you just have to carry your film through the check in counter and let them look through the viewfinders on your cameras to be sure they really are cameras and pop the caps on the film canisters to be sure they're really filled with film. No xray machines to get on a train, I notice. Until somebody blows one up. So, I've made mistakes with the tickets and I've mistakes with the film. I need to get more anal. Or (repeat), a keeper.

I said some time back I was going to sign up for a PhotoShop class for photographers next month and I didn't because I couldn't find one, there just wasn't anything in the Berkeley catalog listing one near Oakland. Looking at the prints I received today and then scanning their negatives reminds me why I wanted to take that class. The skin tones, particularly the reds in my scanned images, are pretty awful while the prints from the local camera store are pretty good. I'm not particularly depressed about this, but I would like to learn to do better, particularly since I want to buy an Epson photo deskjet next spring and make prints. I went through the photographs I've posted in my earlier entries recently and thought, well, the photographs are getting better with time because I'm (very slowly) learning more about PhotoShop, but I'm embarrassed about how slowly and how funky some of them look. OK. Something to work on. One reason, maybe, to stick with black and white. Learn it first, color later. If there is a later.