Yesterday I was lounging around bored, with nothing productive to do. Thank god for inspiration. And ancient darkrooms.
I was getting some banannas from the fridge upstairs (which is 20 years old, yet never used before...another interesting topic) and I noticed the light falling on the walls of the room. And I got out my camera because I wanted to. That's been a rare occurance lately. But it's good. After all, photography doesn't need to be my whole life. Soon I'm going to capture more of the great afternoon light upstairs, along with the weird rooms. I've worked it out that there are thirteen rooms in the main house that I can explore. One of my goals is to document: (wait, holding breath and listening raptly for effect):
the old darkroom on the third floor. Yes, it's pretty old. Like 30 years old. My dad and his brother used to do photography as a hobby and make giant batches of prints to sell at the fair. (Actually, there's an interesting story with that, but for another post). The old glass jugs of chemicals are still there as well as about six cameras and negatives hanging from coathangers. They're pretty well faded if you ask me. I'm waiting for sunrise some day so I can capture the light I want in that room. I'm going to be getting up around then tomorrow so perhaps I can do some shooting. And maybe I can even judicioulsy exploit it for some good negatives. I've been trying to do that for a few years now; yet I haven't been motivated enough. Ah well. Must go and get a water bottle and some sunscreen for my new job.
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