The Love of My Life – Hasselblad 501cm

I remember the smell of the chemicals and the feeling of fixer as it dried on my hands. The darkroom was a form of sensory deprivation until your eyes adjusted to the soft amber glow of the lights. My first darkroom was a humble room with two enlargers and a closet with a bottle opener for film retrieval.

Starry Eyed Surprise was on repeat as I danced and watched the images from my yellow Hasselblad 501cm come to life on pearl paper. To this day, I can’t think of anything more therapeutic. .

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2022-4-28 07:00