I was fortunate to be able to work in a darkroom in the ’70s. I still remember the thrill of seeing an image begin to appear on the paper as the developer sloshed back and forth in the tray. I still enjoy looking at black and white photos under red light!

And my first successfully developed roll of 35mm color slide film resulted in my supervisor spending hours hand-coloring them with little tiny bruches, for in my excitement I carried the still wet film to her office to show her that I had gotten the hang of loading the film onto the developer tank spool. Most of the slides looked like it was hailing at the time the shot was taken! She kept her cool. I kept my job. All ended well.

Thanks for the photos that sparked the memories!

All best,
Keith

I’ve not washed my Vespa in two years. What are the chances that Junior gets brushed daily?

The more I work the more I see growing gaps between process and product, digital vs. film. And I suppose that’s what keeps me engaged. Neither is better than the other, just different. And I am learning the power of each.

Junior is looking at you and saying, “Dad, what the heck are you doing?”

And I look at Junior and think to myself as the observer; the
heavy black coat on Junior probably needs a good daily brishing, and when Junior molts, fur everywhere.

Still methinks Junior is a good companion for you.

Now maybe think about a sidecar for the Vespa and take Junior with you!

And to make life easier I much prefer a wet darkroom over digital processing. The two are similar yet different. or maybe it’s because I am old and unable to recallexactly what i did where and how using the computer. However once you reactivate your base hoto skills of developing film and then printing the results, it all comes back to me

dom

Redleg’s Rides

Colorado Motorcycle Travel Examiner

There have been times when I swore I saw my own face swimming around in liquid. There are times when nothing will do but to go back to the basics, burning in an image by hand, and defining its charcter by dunking it in chemicals.

Yesterday, I had a yen to write long hand. I made a sandwich and waited until the feeling passed, however.

So that is Kim. Now I have a face to put to the only time I ever heard her voice. I was on the phone chatting with you, and she walked into the room, and said something about the temperature, as she switched on the air conditioner. I thought it was very inspirational.

Fondest regards,
Jasck/reep
Twisted Roads