dogs



		one man and a small yorkshire terrier

	I came back from holiday with a illford film worth of what i hope are good photos. I would develope the film myself. I've got the darkroom equipment and i've got a room. The problem being, (and of course there always is one), that the room is'nt very dark. It has two windows, one on a slanted roof with a pull over blind and one in a small alcove at the front of the house. This window has a different kind of blind, the ones like you see in the private eye movies. Good for spying on pedestrians but not so good at blocking the light. -And when i close them at night the warm uncomfortable glow of the streets lights slips through making sleeping hard and developing photos even harder. I walked into town and dropped the film off at our highstreet developers. They told me that it would be two weeks before i got them back. These two weeks accounted for the fact that they had to be sent up to some remote part of scotland. They informed me that this was their nearest branch of black and white devloping. I waited two weeks, i would say paitently but that would be a lie. I was very excited to see how they had came out. I made my way into town, up through Sheep street which apart from a few scattered food places, was entirely made up of estate agents. I feel a little sorry for them, as they won't be getting all that much money when a new generation of first time buyers, won't be able to afford any houses. I got to door of the developers and walked up to the desk. I handed in my slip and watched the women serving me disappear under the couter for a short while. She emerged holding my slip, my heart sank. She told me that my film was late. Gave me a rehersed apologie and said it might be another week, but we'll phone you when they come. Two weeks later i went back in search for my forgotten photos and found that yet again they were'nt there. A reason soon unfolded and i was informed of a power cut in scotland. Evidently this had stopped the processing of my pictures and i was reassured many others. A few more official apologies were given and i went back home uttlery disapointed. Another two weeks later the phone rang and on the other side was the developers. My photos had came and i could come and collect them in my own time. Not wanting to pospone it anymore i went straight down. I stood outside the shop entrance and opened the glossy sleeve and pulled out the top photo. I lifted up the photo and found myself face to face with a man and a small yorkshire terrier. My photos are now being cross referenced in hope to find them and in hope of finding one man and his dog who are missing their black and white portraits. As funny as these things are, i'm hoping that maybe in two weeks, we'll both be a little luckier. He'll have his photos back and i'll have my mine from Scotland or where ever they might be.

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