This was my first darkroom (my dad’s really…), over 30 years ago, when photography first spoke to me. I was 13 then.
I was mixing my own chemicals then (I still remember some of the formulas!), and would buy every expired (read cheap) box of paper I could get my hands onto, when I had a bit of spare pocket money. Ilford and Agfa were a luxury, Efke and Forte and other strange brands that have since disappeared were the order of the day.
B&W film came in rolls of 5, 10 or 30 meters and I knew that, in the darkness, fingertip to shoulder would give me about 24 shots and fingertip to fingertip about 36…
It’s seems such a long time ago and yet so so relevant, it taught me all the basics of photography and made me fall in love with it. Very much like digital, you could try changing the exposure, change the aperture, see the results instantly. Throw it away and start again… The magic of an image appearing on a white paper, in front of your very eyes. It was like digital or Polaroid, but much more personal and more involved.
I haven’t been in a darkroom for many years. Too many memories… A lost trade? It is for me. Like a long lost teenage infatuation, that I will always remember fondly… :-)
[Scanned from 35mm slide @2700dpi]