[lazygood4nothinbum]

some of my only memories of dad interacting with me involve the darkroom he built in the unfinished section of our basement, next to the laundry room. i remember the trays filled with chemical & wash. the enlarger, the timer. once i stole away with a really cool thermometer i found in there while rummaging by myself. later i'd set a magnifying glass to it under the sun's rays, blew it up and scared myself. i might still be suffering from mercury poisoning; that would explain a few things.

dad was also into 8mm and so i have lots of photographs and film of mom & dad's early years. apparently dad was into film & photography from very early in his life because i even have film of mom graduating high school with everyone in it but the photographer, dad. i also always loved photography though i never took it up as a hobby. later i would learn that dad's family was not only into music but also into film, including a successful film processing company still in biz today (no, not kodak--though every so often i see the company name rolling down credits at the end of a film).

the only camera i currently own came with is the cell phone. i used to have a really nice canon 35mm but we had one of those "gypsy thieves" shopping locally who got in my house. like a watch and ring once stolen from me when i was much younger (not unlike my partner), i never replaced what was taken.

it's been a while, maybe it's time to reconsider love & photography. porn covers both those bases right?