Part 1: The Faerie Lights
A free serial short by Erin Zarro
It happened the summer I turned seventeen. My family and I loved camping, and took several trips throughout the season. There was something about getting away from everything, being close to nature. Sometimes the hustle-bustle of life got to me.
My younger sister, Jane, especially enjoyed bonfires. She was autistic, and did not speak. But her face would light up like another sun whenever we made a bonfire. Her hands would reach toward the amber flames as if she wanted to capture them. It made me happy to see her engaging with her environment.
On the day it happened, I was alone. I sat in my camp chair and watched the campground. Kids running and playing. Dogs barking. The smell of someone grilling. The smell of other campers' bonfires, so unique, that it took me back to simpler days. Simpler years.
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There's been something missing in my life that I have been in denial about for a very long time. Something so important to my inner artist that I haven't felt whole. I have dreams about it weekly. I sometimes daydream about all the possibilities, everything I could accomplish. And yet, due to circumstances and a whole lot of fear, I've resigned myself to being without it.
What I'm talking about is darkroom photography. I won't go into the whole thing, because it's a long story (you can read about it here) but I'll give you the quick-and-dirty version, emphasis on the dirty. I started studying b&w and darkroom photography after meeting my fiance from college. He was into it and had a home darkroom. From the first moment I spent in his darkroom, I had been in love. It was amazing, and I came to find out later that my grandfather, unbeknownst to me, took pictures and had his own darkroom. That was such an unexpected thing to learn, and fitting. So I took as many photography classes as I could at college along with my Journalism major, thinking it would help my job prospects. And I ended up learning --and loving -- b&w and darkroom photography.