It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman" Not silver" Mark held up one ornate fork. " These fit on that photo paper-
I tried it."
Eric stood snapping photo's with his digital camera."This is weird-"
He rolled his large buggy eyes around, to take in the shadowy cabin. " Are
you sure he used this as a darkroom?" He waved an elbow, indicating all the
cobwebs and mouse droppings.
"Yeah man, I spent quite a bit of time in here with him" Mark got up." It was
ten years ago- I was young." He spun on his heel- " Photo's used to be really
complicated-" He pointed to a long bench. " Trays for developer, stop bath; over there-"
He spun right " Rope for drying.You hung them up."
Eric followed his friends motions. " Like laundry?"
Mark nodded. "They sold the enlarger. It used to sit over here-" He took three
giant steps to another table. "It was as tall as I was then!" He held an arm up overhead.
Eric whistled softly.
"That closet was where he developed all the film-where no light could get in."
" Sounds like a magic act-"
" Kind of was!" Mark smiled, " Watching surprise images appear on a white,
blank paper!"
12 comments:
smiles....we used to have a dark room at school when i used to run the yearbook...way back in the day...it was a bit of magic...nostalgic read for me....there was almost a little sinister undertone in this depending on how you were reading...
Takes me right back to art college photography lessons...
I loved working in the darkroom- it was magic! Great take on the image!
Ah, memories of the dark room. great read.
Although I did enjoy the dark room memories, I am thrilled that messing around with those strong chemicals is no longer necessary! Blagh!! I loved your poem, Izzy. Thank you for sharing! =D
Those were the days of photography ~
Magical to watch those images appear ~
i watched the first hour of it last night...it is really good...i was getting tired and did not want to push through it and miss something so will finish it tonight...
Now that's a creative interpretation of the prompt. Another of the commonplace things that will be a mystery to the younger generations, like rotary phones and mimeograph machines. Interesting write.
I'm imagining this spooky old cabin must have all sorts of mysteries hiding in nooks and crannies.
I spent a lot of time with my grandfather in his darkroom...good memories...
Such a wonderful writing!!
lure of the impure
You drew this very well. It was a nostalgic read for me too. After taking a photography class, I went through a darkroom phase. I would seal the kitchen off with light-cutting black cloth and develop B+W photos for hours. And hours. My kids were not happy.
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