A Darkroom Diary

I've given up on the idea that I can beat time. I can't. It takes me three hours to develop, search, prep, and process one image. If I'm lucky, two. And then, it's the waiting game. Waiting for the paper to curl up, to dry out, to settle into whatever is. After contemplating all the labor and energy, there are decisions to be made... Do I try this again? Are you worth rescuing? Am I in love?

Whatever will be, will be.