Today my darkroom virginity was popped. And like so many things, "once you pop, you can't stop". The image formed before my eyes on the paper. It was real and alive under my glowing eyes. I'm such a drama queen, I'm likening developing a print to delivering a baby. Anyhow, after the image formed I hurriedly moved the print to the stop tray, then the fixer, then the wash, afraid that it might escape me like a lightning bug trapped between two cupped hands. But it stayed, it stayed!
It's real and I can touch it and look at it and hold it.
Magic!
A great little photography site on
The Austin Index is
Silvershoe.com. She's got a journal and updates every so often too. There is a great photo of a Pyramid burial-type building in New Orleans. Go check it out.
My life has these big wrinkles in it. I'm ironing them out one by one. Getting there, getting there.
I recorded these two darn songs a while ago. They're tucked into a nook of this site, so a lot of you haven't listened to them yet. Consider this the grande untucking. I like the ring of that.
They're kindof creepy, I'm warning you.
adventures in karaokeand
Evan acapella