This weekend I set up my darkroom in the basement of the place that I moved into in September. I spent the past few hours cranking out random 5x7 prints from my archive of 35mm shooting. Seeing these images on paper, some of which are four years old, is like cracking open a fine bottle of aged Imperial Stout (Or wine if that is your fancy). Time does wonders with photography.
I'll probably spend days just printing off random stuff from my archive. And in the end, a lot of people will have hand made Christmas presents from me.
A Man with Parking Meters
Thoughts on Photography/Twitter Recap.
Philosophy from a tea bag
