It's Black and White...

Did you know that Steve wasn't the only love I discovered during my college days? After three years of history and philosophy and lots of communication classes, I signed up for Black and White Photography. My parents bought me a used camera, I learned all about black and white film, and spent hours in the dark room. I loved the red glow of the room, with all the little bins of liquid and the lines of hanging, crisp, black and white photos. It was thrilling to see those images appear on the paper. I loved it - definitely true love. Steve promised me that we could set up a dark room as soon as we built a house, but by then, the world of digitial photography was picking up, and I forgot all about my darkroom days. My love of black and white photography, however, remains.

I've been working on a little project at my house featuring black and white photos. They make me happy just looking at them.