Fascinated

Basically, this is not a post with pictures. I just feel the need to leave a few words about me and photography.

I'm becoming more and more fascinated about this journey. I have a strange and nice feeling every time I'm developing a film and everything smells like it was developed. I know the visible image will appear on my negative and it's forming as I stand near the tank. I'm trying to imagine what happens there, in the dark, and even if I know theoretically the process, I can't stop being fascinated by the fact that an invisible image, formed from salty silver takes life.

Every time I look into the viewfinder it's like I step into a whole different world. I lose track of time and reason and if you'd ask me after that what was I thinking about when I was looking through it I would not be able to give a clear and rational answer.

As I press the shutter, I know that in a fraction of a second every bit of my "shutter trip" is physically forming an holistic image and even if it will not show clearly in my picture, I know I have it.

Millions of tiny particles are joined in an immaterial entity; one controls the particles and gives them felling and soul. And the essence, lies in how the light makes it.

Rip

A moment of silence for a fogged film.

Some good image I saw through the burning plastic, but nothing lived.

Tip: never load a film in your tank when you're expecting people. This is what happens:

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.

Miscellaneous

I realize more and more that the sun, the heat and the quiet tends to suck someone's life.

I will also shoot Holga from now. Because I want to show myself that technology should not matter that much (this being said by someone who shoots FE2). Because it's fun. Because size don't matter and because it's challenging.

Watch the movie Eastern Plays. It doesn't need any word.

I realized that if I will buy a Leica, I will stop photographing. When you have one, you don't need anything else.

I'm starting to understand employees which after 10 years shoot half of their colleagues in a sunny quiet morning.

As crazy as it might sound, I miss some places in Bucharest. Although not many ...

I'm starting to wonder why the smaller number of people saying something here. I see hits, I don't see words. Are my pictures that bad? Joking, I know they're not.

Are they ?

I would like to recommend a wonderful place where I jumped by mistake not so long ago. It is called the floating bridge of dreams and you will find a fascinating world of photographs and words there. An art that so few still know how to appreciate, in the contest for less noise, more sharpness and more flashes. I hope you will be reminded that photography feeds on imagination.

Floating bridge of dreams - Roxana Ghita

P.S. Roxana I hope you don't mind for my sudden recommendation.