A darkroom is a place where you go to develop pictures, so I hear. I have never been in one of these before and I don’t plan on it. I take pictures on cameras that you print off the computer.
Darkrooms are not in common use nowadays because of the advent of digital photography, but photos developed in darkrooms can have a special look reminiscent of the past. This is how sepia and grayscale photos get their uncommon colors.
wow this is a wired subject well drark rooms are scary jus like the boogy man wow he is more scary than the tooth fairy well dark rooms are just amazing at the same time if your scared of the dak then thats not very good cause tha is more scary hahaah well have you ever wonder why there are darkrooms when there are lights now days
I was once alone in a dark room. No one around. Just me. I had nothing with me. Just me myself, and my thoughts. I couldn’t bear the silence. I wanted to scream. Nothing was happening. Everything blank and empty. I needed to get out. Why would someone be trapped here? Why am I here? Thats all I reall want to know.
It’s dark. It’s cold. There’s a quiet wind breathing, as if some large being is hidden in the shadows. No light. So deep the walls could be right here or miles away, on another continent. If you reach out your hand you grasp air. Something crawls over your foot. Is it just the air-conditioning, or the tentacle of a giant squid?
Dark rooms are creepy. I feel like I am being stalked when I’m all alone. I feel like something is going to come out of the shadows and attack me. They’re trippy! But if I’m with someone else, I’m okay with them. (:
in a darkroom i was trying to fall aslepp but i was scared of the dark and i couldnt go to sleep but i had a good idea i was gonna turn on the nightlight to make some of the room a little lighter and i am bored ballaaaa hhaaha
darkrooms are the best places to hide when you are playing hide and seek. one tome i was hiding in a dark room and someone walked by and i scared them so they punched me in the face. it was really funny.
At NSHS I spend most of my time in the darkroom. Among my friends, the unofficial photo kids, the photo room has sort of dictated my high school career. Hipsters, Silver Keys, chemicals, a crazy teacher–the darkroom represents more than just a classroom to me; it’s my artsy friends’ mecca.
how must I find you so I can sit alone in total doom. No one wants to go yet when you get there though theres nothing to say you stay anyway…oh darkroom how can this be you consume me please let me be
The darkroom was filled with that eerie red glow, that always made me feel as though I was stained with blood. I loved taking pictures, but I always and forever would dread the time I spent in the darkroom. I didn’t understand how people could enjoy that? The thought of being trapped in this room, with no lights and hundreds of dangerous chemicals? It just seemed like a horror story waiting to happen, at least to me.
Photographs. Lots of them. Not ready yet, just sitting in the solution. Some will be beautiful. Some won’t. That’s life I guess. Gotta take the good ones with the bad. I like the darkroom, it’s nice.
Photography in movies. Dim red lights making people look weird. Scary scenes in a movie. Kissing scenes in a movie. High school dark rooms are creepy. Messed up photographs. Black and white photos.
darkrooms are scary. You cant see. If you cant see, there could be robbers in that dark room. And if there are robbers, you’ll get robbed. And thats not good. If you get robbed, you wont have anything. And that would suck. or u could turn the lights on…
i opened the door and began to make my way through the darkroom, it was difficult with the floor covered in things i couldn’t see. Everything was spinning, cold sweat covered my body. What was i to expect? i was in a darkroom.
brings in mind a film where the rock band Lordi plays the bad monsters. Actually that film was dark floors. Is this darkroom the place where photos are created?
Is it really possible to shut everything out? is there an escape from this world, an escape from yourself? Does darkness offer a chance to expose the light? Or can they only coexist?
The light burns my eyes when I exit. I hate these places. I love what comes out of it, but this reemergence always unsettles me. I feel like Plato’s cave analogy has come to life. Just me in this damn room looking at flat images. Why the hell am i so damn sure I am the real one
I don’t know mUch about photography- but this word being part of the development process. I love other “dark rooms” when I’m trying to sleep on the other hand! It’s probably a good thing I’m not developing film… As I’d likely fall asleep!
Darkroom? That was yesterday’s word! What are you doing to me here? I come for a break from the monotony of the day, trying to get the creative juices flowing, and you give me the same word from yesterday? What a let down.
A place to develop pictures, right? But it’s so much more than that. It’s like a hidden cave where the only thing you can see is this faint red light from somewhere in the distance. If you find another source of light, everything you have been working towards to get there will disintegrate. So you have to make due with the reddish hue, that oddly warms you right down to your socks.
One day, Martin was developing photos in his dark room when he spilled a chemical all over the floor. Then the cat strolled in and lapped up the chemical. He didn’t make it to the vet fast enough, and now the cat is dead.
it was so dark in the room. no body moved but me and her. i could feel her breath on my skin. rolling down my neck giving me shivers. i may not have been able to see her but her picture was already embedded in my mind.
All I’ve got are these photographs. Shutter. Bugs crawling under my skin in a darkroom. The chair spins around and her head falls back. Her mouth opens, beetles fly out. Yuck. Room dark. Room darkening shades. Darkroom sounds so ominous. The name of my castle? Darkroom. Of course.
She stood alone in the darkroom
the undeveloped photos in her hand
she dropped them on the floor
they melted into sand
she let her feet sink in
the moon shone on her face
the memories were gone
but the pain was there to stay
A darkroom is a place where you go to develop pictures, so I hear. I have never been in one of these before and I don’t plan on it. I take pictures on cameras that you print off the computer.
Darkrooms are not in common use nowadays because of the advent of digital photography, but photos developed in darkrooms can have a special look reminiscent of the past. This is how sepia and grayscale photos get their uncommon colors.
wow this is a wired subject well drark rooms are scary jus like the boogy man wow he is more scary than the tooth fairy well dark rooms are just amazing at the same time if your scared of the dak then thats not very good cause tha is more scary hahaah well have you ever wonder why there are darkrooms when there are lights now days
To me a dark room is simply, a room that is dark. It is that easy. I don’t really enjoy being in dark rooms because sometimes they creep me out. :)
I was once alone in a dark room. No one around. Just me. I had nothing with me. Just me myself, and my thoughts. I couldn’t bear the silence. I wanted to scream. Nothing was happening. Everything blank and empty. I needed to get out. Why would someone be trapped here? Why am I here? Thats all I reall want to know.
A darkroom can be a pretty cool you develop pictures and such in there. Or you can mess up and it’ll suck. But if you don’t mess up its pretty cool.
No lights on have no idea where you are going bumping into everything searching for a light switch its a darkroom.
It’s dark. It’s cold. There’s a quiet wind breathing, as if some large being is hidden in the shadows. No light. So deep the walls could be right here or miles away, on another continent. If you reach out your hand you grasp air. Something crawls over your foot. Is it just the air-conditioning, or the tentacle of a giant squid?
Dark rooms are creepy. I feel like I am being stalked when I’m all alone. I feel like something is going to come out of the shadows and attack me. They’re trippy! But if I’m with someone else, I’m okay with them. (:
is a scary place for kids more likely for smaller kids it is dark and scary
in a darkroom i was trying to fall aslepp but i was scared of the dark and i couldnt go to sleep but i had a good idea i was gonna turn on the nightlight to make some of the room a little lighter and i am bored ballaaaa hhaaha
darkrooms are the best places to hide when you are playing hide and seek. one tome i was hiding in a dark room and someone walked by and i scared them so they punched me in the face. it was really funny.
At NSHS I spend most of my time in the darkroom. Among my friends, the unofficial photo kids, the photo room has sort of dictated my high school career. Hipsters, Silver Keys, chemicals, a crazy teacher–the darkroom represents more than just a classroom to me; it’s my artsy friends’ mecca.
Everybody in the room knew that the murderer was in the dark room, hiding in the bag.
how must I find you so I can sit alone in total doom. No one wants to go yet when you get there though theres nothing to say you stay anyway…oh darkroom how can this be you consume me please let me be
The darkroom was filled with that eerie red glow, that always made me feel as though I was stained with blood. I loved taking pictures, but I always and forever would dread the time I spent in the darkroom. I didn’t understand how people could enjoy that? The thought of being trapped in this room, with no lights and hundreds of dangerous chemicals? It just seemed like a horror story waiting to happen, at least to me.
Processing images in a darkroom is long gone for the most part. The digital era is great in a lot of ways but it makes me sad because I love vintage.
photos
black and white
sex in school
catherine
sigur ros
blinded
jus
Photographs. Lots of them. Not ready yet, just sitting in the solution. Some will be beautiful. Some won’t. That’s life I guess. Gotta take the good ones with the bad. I like the darkroom, it’s nice.
darkroom
Photography in movies. Dim red lights making people look weird. Scary scenes in a movie. Kissing scenes in a movie. High school dark rooms are creepy. Messed up photographs. Black and white photos.
darkrooms are scary. You cant see. If you cant see, there could be robbers in that dark room. And if there are robbers, you’ll get robbed. And thats not good. If you get robbed, you wont have anything. And that would suck. or u could turn the lights on…
i opened the door and began to make my way through the darkroom, it was difficult with the floor covered in things i couldn’t see. Everything was spinning, cold sweat covered my body. What was i to expect? i was in a darkroom.
In the darkroom it is dark as the absence of light
from the vacuum of space.
It sort of puts you in your place
What a waste.
The darkroom bears no sense or reason, although the occupant thinks it does.
creative, silent, private, red light, sexy, black and white, intimate, alone, basement, inspirational, smelly, chemicals, six feet under
dark. room. night. scary. alone. movie. sleep. bed. boring. pictures. camera. develop.
brings in mind a film where the rock band Lordi plays the bad monsters. Actually that film was dark floors. Is this darkroom the place where photos are created?
Is it really possible to shut everything out? is there an escape from this world, an escape from yourself? Does darkness offer a chance to expose the light? Or can they only coexist?
a darkroom is where pictures are brought to sight it is.
The light burns my eyes when I exit. I hate these places. I love what comes out of it, but this reemergence always unsettles me. I feel like Plato’s cave analogy has come to life. Just me in this damn room looking at flat images. Why the hell am i so damn sure I am the real one
I don’t know mUch about photography- but this word being part of the development process. I love other “dark rooms” when I’m trying to sleep on the other hand! It’s probably a good thing I’m not developing film… As I’d likely fall asleep!
Darkroom? That was yesterday’s word! What are you doing to me here? I come for a break from the monotony of the day, trying to get the creative juices flowing, and you give me the same word from yesterday? What a let down.
A place to develop pictures, right? But it’s so much more than that. It’s like a hidden cave where the only thing you can see is this faint red light from somewhere in the distance. If you find another source of light, everything you have been working towards to get there will disintegrate. So you have to make due with the reddish hue, that oddly warms you right down to your socks.
Darkroom: Is where batman goes when he is being the guy behind the bat. Also, a place where photographers go to develop freshly shot film. – Donnie
One day, Martin was developing photos in his dark room when he spilled a chemical all over the floor. Then the cat strolled in and lapped up the chemical. He didn’t make it to the vet fast enough, and now the cat is dead.
Its name was Mr. Sox.
it was so dark in the room. no body moved but me and her. i could feel her breath on my skin. rolling down my neck giving me shivers. i may not have been able to see her but her picture was already embedded in my mind.
All I’ve got are these photographs. Shutter. Bugs crawling under my skin in a darkroom. The chair spins around and her head falls back. Her mouth opens, beetles fly out. Yuck. Room dark. Room darkening shades. Darkroom sounds so ominous. The name of my castle? Darkroom. Of course.
She stood alone in the darkroom
the undeveloped photos in her hand
she dropped them on the floor
they melted into sand
she let her feet sink in
the moon shone on her face
the memories were gone
but the pain was there to stay
When i hear the word darkroom, it reminds me of a room that’s dark. That isn’t really what it is, it’s actually a room in which they produce film in.