It's half past 1 in the morning. I just spent 15 minutes in my bathroom. With the lights out. Reversing a roll of 120 film by hand, because my camera decided it wanted to be special and wouldn't properly count frames, and thus wound the entire rollover before even moving off of S. I didn't bring an empty spool with me. So I have to, in the dark, unwind, reverse, and rewind, an entire roll of 120.
This is not the first time I've done this. And I can tell you from experience that every time I do it I end up having to move the start of the film about a quarter inch or so because I can never get the tension right and have to move the taped end. So I'm sitting here, literally sitting, on the floor, I kid you not, using my feet as makeshift clamps to hold either end of the roll flat so I can manipulate the other one without it coiling up into cthulhu's monster.
I did it. But I don't know how badly misaligned everything is.
Fotki wykonane aparatem Zeiss Ikon Contina z 1952 r. na czarno-białym filmie Kodak Double-X 5222 ISO 250 (ta sama taśma co czarno-białe kadry w filmie Oppenheimer).