Wednesday, June 07, 2017
I may have been working in anothers darkroom of late.
He, the man who owns the darkroom - a well equipped room of darkness with the requisite sinks big enlargers and countless other unknown to me things greeted me enthusiastically at the door. I said hello as it is expected round these parts. Perhaps it is a fall off from the local culture. Who knows? I don't. And who cares? Not many I should imagine.
The darkness got to me after a few hours and I had to retire to home and my bed to sleep off the exhaustion. We may have some prints as a result.