Darkroom

I love the sound made by the developer while I agitate the tank.

I love the way my workbench is clean and tidy, white and waiting for the substances to cool off.

I love the smell of developer. The way my hands smell and the way my freshly rolled cigar has a light chemical scent while I smoke it satisfied by the job I've done.

Rolling the film onto the developing spire will leave so many memories: some nice and some ugly.

I know that I'm actually modifying matter and playing with chemistry for the sole purpose of creating an image. A tiny world that combines and changes in order to represent an unique moment in time - seen, lived and taken by and with me.

Next morning I just can't wait to see my film. I know it's dried and the pictures are expecting me. Everything smells like chemistry, the tank, cylinders, syringes, thermometer are drying waiting for another roll.