darkroom dreams

For some crazy reason, I dreamt about the darkroom last night. It was so vivid, in it I told John b&w only because color printing is a pain in the booty (and you have to work in a pitch-dark room, worrying only about the color, getting the color right, testing for gray...oh, this makes me upset just considering it). Besides, I am all about the black and white.

I was so psyched, as soon as I remembered it, I really did have the conversation with John! And he said he would make me one, anything I wanted. Yes, I really am so spoiled... Hurrah!

Which is wicked cool because that means we'll make the basement into a darkroom instead of a studio/office like he's been pushing. I really hate the thought of meeting people under the house, like some kind of troll, haha! But working on prints! I'm so excited I can't stand it!

There's something about the process... the effort of putting light to film, of exposing a roll, even winding it back up. The little container that you 'agitate' for so many seconds (60? been too long!) and then hang to dry the film... careful, don't want any dust! And then the amber glow of the print room, trays of chemicals, the scent, the magic of image appearing on blank paper, burning just so, dodging here and there! Oh, so much fun! I love it.

On a nearly unrelated note, I need a White Stripes Diana, to match my Holga.
That is all. :)