i can miss the smell of a darkroom. of all the liquids. of taking time, so much time for each picture. one film was usually 36 little treasures. you never really knew what you would get, once developing the film. of seeing a picture slowly growing out of complete whiteness.of shading and working with your hands to get the wanted effect. hmmm. those were the times.
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jo, det hade sin absoluta charm. men kanske mer om man gjorde det för sin egen skull, inte som jobb.
det blev engelska förra gången av bara farten, liksom. fint fönster med alla gamla kameror, där skulle jag kunna stå och titta ett bra tag!
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s,jo, du har nog rätt. jag har ju aldrig jobbat med varken eller. du skulle helt klart ha gillat fönstret! one fine day, perhaps.
hoppas det av hela mitt svarta hjärta :-)
Oh, cameras!
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