aramesh

It was probably the many hours I spent with my dad, an amateur photographer, in his dark room watching him magically turning plain white paper into wonderful pictures using a 'light machine' and some magic fluids in colored trays. There was some magic about this room behind the always closed door. I remember the dimmed red light, the film rolls, the films hanging on clothespins and the many wet photos posted on the tile walls until dry. And when you were very very quiet and hold your breath you could actually watch the white paper in the fluid trays slowly coming to life when turning into a wonderful black and white photo... a photo that captured .... a moment in time.