Fresh from the
darkroom
I have a darkroom my dad built with me for printing and developing BW film while I’m home in the village. Here are some of the results, updating from time to time.
An old teacher of mine gave me these beautiful photo papers that his mother used for teaching photography in school many many years ago, before I was born. They must be at least 50 years old, time travelling you back in time to touching paper surfaces and rolling when they dry, as if they were alive.
The visual picture is of no importance anymore.
An old teacher of mine gave me these beautiful photo papers that his mother used for teaching photography in school many many years ago, before I was born. They must be at least 50 years old, time travelling you back in time to touching paper surfaces and rolling when they dry, as if they were alive.
The visual picture is of no importance anymore.