My dad would always tell me stories about how when he living in the US he bought a nice manual camera called the Minolta (I think). And he'd always make my mom pose in his pictures. I have all the pictures to prove it.
Well, looking back at all those pictures, I realize how artsy and beautiful the pictures are. And my mom looks so young and beautiful. Sigh.
And now that I'm taking photography as an elective, this year, my dad fixed his Minolta and has given it to me to use. I don't think I've ever taken such care of an object before. I don't only take care of it because it is expensive and valuable but also because it is the benefactor of so many great memories between my parents and even though they are currently divorced it's nice to know that I'm the keeper of a link between them both.
But nonetheless, I love the red light inside the darkroom and I love developing my film. I love how my eyes need to adjust to the normal white light after half an hour spent in the darkroom (though sometimes when I'm having a bad day, the light forming blobs of blackness gets annoying). I love going outside to take pictures and I love it when my pictures develop the way I want them too. Because unlike my paintings and drawing, my photographs turn out just as I imagined it.
Basically, in some ways I feel like I was meant to stumble upon photography. But then again, maybe it's just one of those hobbies of mine that I abandon after a while.
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