Darkroom Fumblings

I spent my first afternoon in the darkroom. Unloading the film in the perfect darkness was terrifying. My roll survived though and after 40 minutes of pouring, agitating, and dumping I felt like a craftsman for the first time. I feel more connected somehow. I guess a strengthening of the bond between me and the process. Thanks Stina.

Polaroid Thursday: Summer Kicked me in the Balls Edition

Polaroid Thursday: Get your hands out of your pants edition

These may be iphone apps but I treat it as film. One shot and that's it. It slows me down just enough to make me see.