It is said we dream in black and white.
I have a recurring dream- that I am in a black and white darkroom watching an image appear as I gently stir the paper in the developer with tongs.
Photography taught me so much about the nuances of light- its amazing power to expose and illuminate. Shadows weren’t just dark empty spaces, but had the ability, with proper exposure, to add detail and composition.
I never grew tired of watching an image appear. There was science involved, meter readings and timers, but there was also magic… the magic of a moment when eye and light and film and paper all came together to produce a lasting and tangible impression of what should have remained just another memory tucked away in the recesses of my brain.
Instead, there it was in my hands, put in a frame, adorning my wall.
I have mentioned to my family numerous times I would love to have my own black and white darkroom. That dream is on my bucket list. I can see it now, complete with a line of string dangling overhead to hang my photos.
Guess I do dream in black and white.
The black and white photos below were taken with a Nikon D7000 and a Tamron 18- 200 mm 1:3.5 macro lens. These are digital images I edited into black and white through iPhoto.