There is something I miss in the digital age. The silence of a darkroom. Solitude. Perhaps the only sound is slowly running water to wash a print. Or a print dryer blowing warm air. The paper safe door snapping shut. Not really dark despite its name, the room is lit with the warm glow of a safelight. Once-white stained trays of developer and fixer. Subtle rhythmic sounds of developer sloshing in trays being tipped from side to side. Quiet and stillness to inspect a developing print. The sound of fingers rubbing bright spots to accelerate development. Shaking a wet print before sliding it into fixer. Squeegeeing away water before drying.
Darkroom's Quiet
Darkroom's Quiet
Darkroom's Quiet
There is something I miss in the digital age. The silence of a darkroom. Solitude. Perhaps the only sound is slowly running water to wash a print. Or a print dryer blowing warm air. The paper safe door snapping shut. Not really dark despite its name, the room is lit with the warm glow of a safelight. Once-white stained trays of developer and fixer. Subtle rhythmic sounds of developer sloshing in trays being tipped from side to side. Quiet and stillness to inspect a developing print. The sound of fingers rubbing bright spots to accelerate development. Shaking a wet print before sliding it into fixer. Squeegeeing away water before drying.