There’s nothing quite like processing and printing your own black & white photographs from film. My darkroom experiences started at a very young age: I inherited my love of photography from my father, who always had a full B&W darkroom setup in each house we lived in. Perhaps my father has long forgotten that day in our home in Ocean Gulf Estates when I was first allowed to see what it was he did in that room off the back porch where he would often disappear for entire weekends. I certainly have not…
I am guessing I was probably about 4 or 5. Dad was going to develop some film, and explained to me that there would be a few minutes where all the lights would be off and the room would be very, very dark. I was told I could sit on the stool by the door, and that I was not to move during that time.
When the lights went out, I heard some interesting noises. Something got whacked against the counter top, then I could hear metal against metal, scissors being used and other sounds I couldn’t identify. I was extremely curious, and I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face!
I still maintain that my father should have anticipated my move. You don’t invite an overly curious 5-year old to “watch” in a completely dark room! I mean, he could have avoided the whole thing by simply moving the stool away from the door (and the light switch).
I was a teenager before I got invited back into the darkroom. It was SO worth the wait!
I shot, processed and printed these calla lily photos this week. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed creating them.
I invite you to view more of my photographs here.