Some Days…

I really miss the darkroom. I miss all the tones in black & white images captured on film.

I miss the red glow. I miss the quiet. I even miss touching up dust spots on prints from spots I missed when exposing the images.

I miss the magic of watching an image appear on a piece of paper.

On those days, I take my copy of Edward Steichen’s “The Family of Man” exhibit off the bookshelf. I slowly flip through the pages. I consider selling all my digital equipment and setting up my black & white darkroom once again. I consider becoming a photo journalist instead of a portrait photographer…