Everybody has some sort of room in them where they go to be alone. It’s almost always a dark one. Where are secrets are held. Where all emotions are released. Where all thoughts are thought. Where no one else has visited, only you. Everybody has a dark room in themselves, no matter who they are.
When you’re in a darkroom, its as if nothing else matters. Alone with your film and the memories that you’ve kept over the years. The mistakes you make, you cut, you wash away the imperfections and death comes creeping behind to find the final string in your soul. Pull, pull so I can leave.
I’m not a photographer, so when I think of a darkroom, I think of being a child, huddled in my bed, praying for daylight to come back. I was one of those high-strung children who was afraid of the dark. I saw shadows creeping across the walls, obviously coming for my delectable youth. Closing my eyes only made it darker. My darkroom was not a place of discovery and development, but of fear.
I was alone in the darkroom
Once again.
Trying not to think too much about you
And to forget the pain.
I felt like the walls all around me
Were getting closer and closer
Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy ?
The photo, in black and white, reminds me of last december
Don’t forget.
Don’t forget.
Don’t forget…
we were standing in the darkroom, he was looking at me, I was thinking of somebody else, he approached… we kissed. He felt my lip, I felt somebody elses he liked it, I liked it more, it was all we dream about, but i though of soemebody else
when I was in high school, i loved the darkroom. i would completely zone out, i felt as if i was in my own little world. i loved creating, and i loved the feeling of seclusion. it was the perfect wind-down to a hectic day. in a lot of ways, it defined me in high school. it was my escape. i miss it at times, i’m sad that technlogy has
scary closet black dark monster fear unknown light trust faith martin luther king unbelievable i dont know who knows whats real whats fake omg!!! hello?? anyone there?? wow knock knock? moon star gazing twilight awe peace mind meditate
Enter and nobody will see you. But some people will notice. Find pleasure or give it. Or see pictures surface and transform. Sometimes you have to think negative to find positive. Though being positive can be negative, sometimes.
a darkroom is used for pictures. ive never been in one so im not sure what they use for lighting. black light maybe? just dull regular lights? who knows?
i entered the darkroom and lay my life out in front of me in pictures that I hoped that no one else would see. The camera caught my life in black and white and it was all too clear and too raw.
Darkrooms can be lonely, but they also cannot. You can’t see anything but you can think about whats there. In reality you think with your eyes, judging everything you see but when it’s dark, you fantasize. You think with your brain, whats in there?
Darkrooms are so scary . Like OMG !! i get so scared when im in a dark room . Ohh when i was in a darkroom i screamed!!!!AAAAAHHHH!!Thats exactly what i said !!! Dark rooms are too dark and scarryyy!!!
They Freak meh outz Like Ya !!!!
So Peace outtz !!!!!!
wet photography space where magic happens to be standing right next to frustration. this space is sacred at times and horribly disgusting at others. it’s a paradox that I just can’t do without. Sometimes that chemical smell is revolting and yet I miss it horribly.
I was once in a darkroom. Being scared in the darkroom only brings more fear, so I licked my hand for comfort. After realizing that licking my hand was bringing me nowhere, I turned on the light. The darkroom was no more! Everyone was better for it except the lemur.
darkrooms are the exact thing i like to sleep in. I cant understand why people like to sleep in the light, it drives me crazy. When i go to sleep to night i will remember this word.
A darkroom is where photographs are developed. They have red lights in them. I have never been in a darkroom. I have never had a camera that meeded the film to be developed.
I hate being in dark rooms they are so scary. But i guess the dark rooms you are talking about are awesome like the ones where you develop film I have never been in one but I have seen some in movies they look awesome.
A darkroom is something that is pitch black. I walked into my darkroom its use so that i can see my pictures but that was the past. now i don’t need a darkroom
i is so cool to be in a darkroom it is so cooooooooool and my room that i live in is alrety dark so ya but realy it is ware u develap film and that is wat my mom dose.
A darkroom is fun to be in. You can play many games in a darkroom. Some little kids are scared of being in a darkroom. Its mostly scary for little kids.
not light; changing with shadows; hard to read; easy to think; better than too much light; what fun; imagine what’s beyond; imagine what’s behind; private and secret; mine only; personal; never shared; good for thinking;
I entered the darkroom to develop the film. It was with dread, anxiety, and a perplexing curiosity that I waited for the chemicals to do their work. What would I find on that roll? I asked, I pondered, and I knew that what I would find would change my life forever.
Darkroom is a place where real analog stuff is made. It’s very romantic and authentic, to say so. I used to use one with my grandpa to print photographs. it’s awesome!
Everybody has some sort of room in them where they go to be alone. It’s almost always a dark one. Where are secrets are held. Where all emotions are released. Where all thoughts are thought. Where no one else has visited, only you. Everybody has a dark room in themselves, no matter who they are.
When you’re in a darkroom, its as if nothing else matters. Alone with your film and the memories that you’ve kept over the years. The mistakes you make, you cut, you wash away the imperfections and death comes creeping behind to find the final string in your soul. Pull, pull so I can leave.
I’m not a photographer, so when I think of a darkroom, I think of being a child, huddled in my bed, praying for daylight to come back. I was one of those high-strung children who was afraid of the dark. I saw shadows creeping across the walls, obviously coming for my delectable youth. Closing my eyes only made it darker. My darkroom was not a place of discovery and development, but of fear.
I was alone in the darkroom
Once again.
Trying not to think too much about you
And to forget the pain.
I felt like the walls all around me
Were getting closer and closer
Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy ?
The photo, in black and white, reminds me of last december
Don’t forget.
Don’t forget.
Don’t forget…
we were standing in the darkroom, he was looking at me, I was thinking of somebody else, he approached… we kissed. He felt my lip, I felt somebody elses he liked it, I liked it more, it was all we dream about, but i though of soemebody else
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when I was in high school, i loved the darkroom. i would completely zone out, i felt as if i was in my own little world. i loved creating, and i loved the feeling of seclusion. it was the perfect wind-down to a hectic day. in a lot of ways, it defined me in high school. it was my escape. i miss it at times, i’m sad that technlogy has
sad and depressing but a place to make beautiful pictures. a place where crazy things can happen and a place where the boogieman lives.
A room of discovery, what can be from what was? Where does my eye lead me. Chemical stench making my head spin. It’s the best high a creative can get.
scary closet black dark monster fear unknown light trust faith martin luther king unbelievable i dont know who knows whats real whats fake omg!!! hello?? anyone there?? wow knock knock? moon star gazing twilight awe peace mind meditate
Shuffling papers and opening drawers. Panic hit. I opened a drawer with a stack of paper; exposing a whole stack of photo paper.
To tell the professor? Yes. But luckily, it was just a ream of printer paper.
Enter and nobody will see you. But some people will notice. Find pleasure or give it. Or see pictures surface and transform. Sometimes you have to think negative to find positive. Though being positive can be negative, sometimes.
a darkroom is used for pictures. ive never been in one so im not sure what they use for lighting. black light maybe? just dull regular lights? who knows?
The first time I lay in the darkroom it filled my soul with joy..
The second, with sadness.
The third with remorse.
Now I lay in the digital world.
i entered the darkroom and lay my life out in front of me in pictures that I hoped that no one else would see. The camera caught my life in black and white and it was all too clear and too raw.
Darkrooms can be lonely, but they also cannot. You can’t see anything but you can think about whats there. In reality you think with your eyes, judging everything you see but when it’s dark, you fantasize. You think with your brain, whats in there?
The first time I lay in the darkroom it filled my soul with joy.. The second, with sadness. The third with remorse.
Now I lay in the digital world.
photography classics. Smells of amonia. Trial and error and trial and error. Rich blacks and beautiful tones of curves and lights. Moments immotalized
Darkrooms are so scary . Like OMG !! i get so scared when im in a dark room . Ohh when i was in a darkroom i screamed!!!!AAAAAHHHH!!Thats exactly what i said !!! Dark rooms are too dark and scarryyy!!!
They Freak meh outz Like Ya !!!!
So Peace outtz !!!!!!
I’d kill someone to get into a dark room with you.
A very special place for Meat packing and milk gobbling. All the Young girls love the kratter.
wet photography space where magic happens to be standing right next to frustration. this space is sacred at times and horribly disgusting at others. it’s a paradox that I just can’t do without. Sometimes that chemical smell is revolting and yet I miss it horribly.
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I was once in a darkroom. Being scared in the darkroom only brings more fear, so I licked my hand for comfort. After realizing that licking my hand was bringing me nowhere, I turned on the light. The darkroom was no more! Everyone was better for it except the lemur.
Is what you use to print pictures from disposable cameras, i think. You take it in the room and they make the pictures for you.
I love to be in dark rooms so i can think and its peace full and easy to cry in i just want to b alone so ill go and hide in a corner and just sit.
darkrooms are the exact thing i like to sleep in. I cant understand why people like to sleep in the light, it drives me crazy. When i go to sleep to night i will remember this word.
A darkroom is where photographs are developed. They have red lights in them. I have never been in a darkroom. I have never had a camera that meeded the film to be developed.
I hate being in dark rooms they are so scary. But i guess the dark rooms you are talking about are awesome like the ones where you develop film I have never been in one but I have seen some in movies they look awesome.
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A darkroom is something that is pitch black. I walked into my darkroom its use so that i can see my pictures but that was the past. now i don’t need a darkroom
i is so cool to be in a darkroom it is so cooooooooool and my room that i live in is alrety dark so ya but realy it is ware u develap film and that is wat my mom dose.
A darkroom is fun to be in. You can play many games in a darkroom. Some little kids are scared of being in a darkroom. Its mostly scary for little kids.
Darkroom is a darkroom.
not light; changing with shadows; hard to read; easy to think; better than too much light; what fun; imagine what’s beyond; imagine what’s behind; private and secret; mine only; personal; never shared; good for thinking;
a dark room is scary you dont know were you are so you start to loose your mind and become paranoyied so i never want to be in a darkroom.
i like to sleep in my dark room. I can sleep without light my face.
I entered the darkroom to develop the film. It was with dread, anxiety, and a perplexing curiosity that I waited for the chemicals to do their work. What would I find on that roll? I asked, I pondered, and I knew that what I would find would change my life forever.
Darkroom is a place where real analog stuff is made. It’s very romantic and authentic, to say so. I used to use one with my grandpa to print photographs. it’s awesome!
a place that if i have a choice would no choose to be in, expect while sleeping