My first time in the darkroom, I was a little nervous. I didn't know what to expect, really, and I was not only afraid I'd do something wrong, but perhaps be repulsed by the whole "darkroom thing" and never want to return. I was allured by a sort of romantic, mysterious lead. Darkroom red lights, chemicals, a secret knowing, an art of light out of dark. It all seemed like some interesting chance at a membership into a particular art world. The idea fascinated me. What if, upon learning the whole process, I just didn't like it?! Then what? I wanted to know this and be good at it.
It turns out the learning curve is probably as long as you make it. Your interest can go as deep as you want.
So my first class "for beginners" at PCC began. I liked the instructor, Mike, and I liked our first assignment: TO GO OUT AND SHOOT. INTERPRET FALL. SHOOT. SHOOT. SHOOT.
Here began what I now call my Wanderings.
Here is not a film photo from my first day...but a lasting, cool impression.
Once in awhile, well, BAM!