Year of No Fear: Darkroom Photography
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.