I met a german girl when we were on a college tour, and she was so beautiful i think it was the moment i realized i’m probably bisexual. Anyway, we were seeing the darkroom and there was a revolving door we had to go through, and she was so utterly terrified of revolving doors that she hyperventilated. And with that, my attraction ended.
A dark room. With no light. I don’t want to remain here anymore. Give me hope. Give me dreams. Give me a reason to keep living. Take me out of this dark room, and into the sunshine
darkroom
seven mins of heaven, the opportunity to be brave
darkroom with led lights or the deepest red and electric blue
passion and love all mixed together in one confined space.
In the dark room there is no light, but a light could overcome it. I have heard that said, maybe in a dusty Bible somewhere. Lots of things can happen in the dark, though and not in the light. Perhaps that is why I choose it instead.
I learned how to use a darkroom in 1987. It seems like yesterday, but when I tell my kids, it sounds like a lot longer. I can’t believe there are no darkrooms any more. I loved the magic, the not knowing. Digital just doesn’t provide that. A shame.
While in my darkroom, developing pictures from the day at the park, i suddenly felt a light tap on my shoulder. Seeing as i live alone, i immediately went into a panic. My heart skipped a beat and i lost my breath. I felt a cold shiver crawl up my spine.
The room was dark,yet almost magical.Blissful in some ways.It was quiet like we were the only two around. The only two in the entire world.The only ones who could change anything.
I am in a darkroom, the separation of my sanity, and the separation of my soul, have merged;into one dignity. They are now, in control, of me, like the sleep deprivation, and drugs. That I consume to medicate myself, daily. Oh well, it could be worse. At least, I see the light, under the door. This light, shines into the room. Getting brighter, by the minute, and shows me the way. The way to leave the closet, I call my mind. I follow the light, I see the door, and I see the light, and follow. I jump, out of insanity, and follow to sanity. Getting closer, as I listen to the hype, of others, thinking, plotting and hoping. Hoping for the chance, to shine. To shine, in the light, and to shine in light of sanity. Both circumstances, would allow me to enjoy, life to the fullest. I look no longer, as Satan’s messenger, but the lords prophet. Good natured, treading lightly, and looking, feeling, like my old self. I hope and pray, that this contribution of my new attitude continues, and keeps, me from falling into the darkroom, again.
a room for photography, where no light penetrates. the room of hidden things in which many things can take place. you conquer your fear or face them head on. you stand still, panic, or simply, sleep.
in the dark room there was lowly girl and her mother, left by the only person there was to care for them. Left alone, they wither into the silence. Wither, wither alone.
The image resonates with the bloodblack room of the stars looking seeing prying into the depths of heaven we gain gain gain the void and find a blip, a smudge and a smidgen on our radiant ulcer of a cave.
The darkroom was a place that everyone dreaded. Filled with despair and lost hope, people couldn’t even fathom the idea of going to that place. However, many didn’t even know how capable this room was of the most morbid of things. It could do what no other room could do. It could scare people by just a title. A simple title
photos, red, chemical smell, i think of a room of creativity, what if batman had a darkroom, what would he develop? alphred probly knows more about it than him…
While in my darkroom developing my pictures from the day at the park, I suddenly felt a light tap on my shoulder. Seeing as i live alone i immediately went into a panic. My heart skipped a beat and i lost my breath. I felt a cold shiver travel up my spine.
the creative photographer used darkroom techniques to help develop the film onsite to help the police capture the criminal. Darkroom effect was created by the use of bed sheets and a table by the photographer. Hats off to his creativity.
I wanted to develop my relationship, the catalogue of pictures that captured the summer and the spring and the winter and the falling into chaos months that took me by surprise. I wanted to take those photos somewhere I could be intimate with the recollections, and I ended up inside the college photo’s darkroom, with the little tray and the memories, and now I’m not sure why I wanted to develop anything. When I look back, all I see is a silly girl’s smile and the hand of the boy she one said she loved; that’s not me, my mind says, and I have no idea who he really was.
I was in a darkroom once. I don’t really remember much about it, but it made me want to get into photography a little more. The old school photography. I haven’t really done much with photography since I bought my camera though. :/ Maybe I should get back into it though.
one night when we left the cameras out side we took our film and just ly there watching them being processed. the smell of the chemicals the dim red light the devloping stations. sure it is one of the most pur places alive can i lie about that? no i cant. i love the dark rook
It wasn’t as if he meant to get here. Sitting in this darkroom, cold sweat creating a light sheen on his skin, arms encircling his knees as he shook and moaned. He hadn’t planned for this to turn so drastically. It had all seemed so harmless…
the dark room was where i let my feelings spill out
its where i let my heart break
its where i let myself cry
its where i knew how to laugh
its where i was me
except
you arnt here
i need you
in order for me to be me
i love you.
i miss you.
call me.
I sat on the stool, my beret tilted to the side, my arms deep in film water, soggy and black in the dim light. I liked the darkroom. There was something soothing about being in there, mysterious. It was a place of birth and a place of contemplation… at least in the photo sense.
it was a very dark room that the children were sitting it. dark and a little creepy. but not too creepy. creepy in that way that inspires horror stories. elsa peered into the darkness, blinking, as though that would help her see. and then, out of no where, she whispered, “I have an idea for a game…”
a dark room can feel so comforting but so lonely at the same time. I sometimes like a dark room. Sometimes I don’t. Its like feeling alone in a crowded room.
its scary its not very fun but its relaxing at the same time if your with someone it would be fun and intresting it makes me think about the person that i like and it also makes me think about when i was little and scared of the dark and how i dont like my back facing the door because it bothers me a lot and i feel like someone gonna come in and hurt me.
It was a dark night and the six of them were in the darkroom. When the photo was developed, there was a slow realization that the picture was of them, and one of them was holding a knife high as if about to stab one of them. How odd, john said, as the knife plunged into his back. The other 4 people muttered something about the impossibility of it all, trying to balance the murder and the unexplainable photo. The man with the knife joked that they should develop the next one, then they took the knife from him, saying that it was not funny at all.
in a dark room you develop pictures. The pictures should turn out good… I remember one time the only time I was in a dark room was with Kyle Saxton and I thought he was pretty cool… And that’s when I thought Mrs. Hurst’s husband was awkward. I like dark rooms. They make you feel warm and artsy.
I hear the little girls breaths slow and die. What is this sticky substance on my hands coming from the girl’s shirt? No lights, so how should I know? Who is this little girl? Now other then my now dead little sister, Holly. Thanks, Dad. You made me cry for the first time. Ever.
the darkroom holds my gloom
and shadow of doom
when all else fails
it becomes my
retreat
to the darkroom to
to turn the white
into light and
photos of life
in black and white
that come to life
only in my darkroom.
theres a dark room with a million empty faced clowns all coming at you at once and theres no where to turn. so what are you supposed to do? just sit there and take it of coursse! then i thought comes to your mind and you whip out the chainsaw and start hackin away at the mofos tryin to kill you! thank god you always keep a chainsawhandy for situations like these. its insane when situations like these can pop up!!!
Darkroom. Well, it’s used in photography, though it reminds me of some sort of really terrible horror movie. Probably indie, but not a good indie horror film, just sort of kitschy, with a lot of camera shake and grainy images….
Standing in the darkroom
Red colors staining fingers, and lens
See the way the pictures illuminate
and make you
lean on your toes,
arch your knees like a bridge,
and gaze in wonderment.
Is the room dark? Or is it a projection of my muddied soul. A photograph is being born here, but my mind cannot even ponder the possibilities of its beauty. How sweet darkness can be when contrasted with blinding light. How pleasing!
I met a german girl when we were on a college tour, and she was so beautiful i think it was the moment i realized i’m probably bisexual. Anyway, we were seeing the darkroom and there was a revolving door we had to go through, and she was so utterly terrified of revolving doors that she hyperventilated. And with that, my attraction ended.
A dark room. With no light. I don’t want to remain here anymore. Give me hope. Give me dreams. Give me a reason to keep living. Take me out of this dark room, and into the sunshine
darkroom
seven mins of heaven, the opportunity to be brave
darkroom with led lights or the deepest red and electric blue
passion and love all mixed together in one confined space.
No one knows what happens in the darkroom. Things develop unexpectedly. People dunk items into solution. Faces appear out of nowhere.
In the dark room there is no light, but a light could overcome it. I have heard that said, maybe in a dusty Bible somewhere. Lots of things can happen in the dark, though and not in the light. Perhaps that is why I choose it instead.
In the darkroom
in the nighttime
In the silence
I sit
I think
about you
i smile
i turn on
the light
and i’m okay
I learned how to use a darkroom in 1987. It seems like yesterday, but when I tell my kids, it sounds like a lot longer. I can’t believe there are no darkrooms any more. I loved the magic, the not knowing. Digital just doesn’t provide that. A shame.
While in my darkroom, developing pictures from the day at the park, i suddenly felt a light tap on my shoulder. Seeing as i live alone, i immediately went into a panic. My heart skipped a beat and i lost my breath. I felt a cold shiver crawl up my spine.
The room was dark,yet almost magical.Blissful in some ways.It was quiet like we were the only two around. The only two in the entire world.The only ones who could change anything.
I am in a darkroom, the separation of my sanity, and the separation of my soul, have merged;into one dignity. They are now, in control, of me, like the sleep deprivation, and drugs. That I consume to medicate myself, daily. Oh well, it could be worse. At least, I see the light, under the door. This light, shines into the room. Getting brighter, by the minute, and shows me the way. The way to leave the closet, I call my mind. I follow the light, I see the door, and I see the light, and follow. I jump, out of insanity, and follow to sanity. Getting closer, as I listen to the hype, of others, thinking, plotting and hoping. Hoping for the chance, to shine. To shine, in the light, and to shine in light of sanity. Both circumstances, would allow me to enjoy, life to the fullest. I look no longer, as Satan’s messenger, but the lords prophet. Good natured, treading lightly, and looking, feeling, like my old self. I hope and pray, that this contribution of my new attitude continues, and keeps, me from falling into the darkroom, again.
a room for photography, where no light penetrates. the room of hidden things in which many things can take place. you conquer your fear or face them head on. you stand still, panic, or simply, sleep.
in the dark room there was lowly girl and her mother, left by the only person there was to care for them. Left alone, they wither into the silence. Wither, wither alone.
The image resonates with the bloodblack room of the stars looking seeing prying into the depths of heaven we gain gain gain the void and find a blip, a smudge and a smidgen on our radiant ulcer of a cave.
The darkroom was a place that everyone dreaded. Filled with despair and lost hope, people couldn’t even fathom the idea of going to that place. However, many didn’t even know how capable this room was of the most morbid of things. It could do what no other room could do. It could scare people by just a title. A simple title
photos, red, chemical smell, i think of a room of creativity, what if batman had a darkroom, what would he develop? alphred probly knows more about it than him…
While in my darkroom developing my pictures from the day at the park, I suddenly felt a light tap on my shoulder. Seeing as i live alone i immediately went into a panic. My heart skipped a beat and i lost my breath. I felt a cold shiver travel up my spine.
my heart. Ahora mismo )=
the creative photographer used darkroom techniques to help develop the film onsite to help the police capture the criminal. Darkroom effect was created by the use of bed sheets and a table by the photographer. Hats off to his creativity.
I wanted to develop my relationship, the catalogue of pictures that captured the summer and the spring and the winter and the falling into chaos months that took me by surprise. I wanted to take those photos somewhere I could be intimate with the recollections, and I ended up inside the college photo’s darkroom, with the little tray and the memories, and now I’m not sure why I wanted to develop anything. When I look back, all I see is a silly girl’s smile and the hand of the boy she one said she loved; that’s not me, my mind says, and I have no idea who he really was.
I was in a darkroom once. I don’t really remember much about it, but it made me want to get into photography a little more. The old school photography. I haven’t really done much with photography since I bought my camera though. :/ Maybe I should get back into it though.
one night when we left the cameras out side we took our film and just ly there watching them being processed. the smell of the chemicals the dim red light the devloping stations. sure it is one of the most pur places alive can i lie about that? no i cant. i love the dark rook
It wasn’t as if he meant to get here. Sitting in this darkroom, cold sweat creating a light sheen on his skin, arms encircling his knees as he shook and moaned. He hadn’t planned for this to turn so drastically. It had all seemed so harmless…
You don’t want to know….
Trust me.
the dark room was where i let my feelings spill out
its where i let my heart break
its where i let myself cry
its where i knew how to laugh
its where i was me
except
you arnt here
i need you
in order for me to be me
i love you.
i miss you.
call me.
I sat on the stool, my beret tilted to the side, my arms deep in film water, soggy and black in the dim light. I liked the darkroom. There was something soothing about being in there, mysterious. It was a place of birth and a place of contemplation… at least in the photo sense.
it was a very dark room that the children were sitting it. dark and a little creepy. but not too creepy. creepy in that way that inspires horror stories. elsa peered into the darkness, blinking, as though that would help her see. and then, out of no where, she whispered, “I have an idea for a game…”
a dark room can feel so comforting but so lonely at the same time. I sometimes like a dark room. Sometimes I don’t. Its like feeling alone in a crowded room.
its scary its not very fun but its relaxing at the same time if your with someone it would be fun and intresting it makes me think about the person that i like and it also makes me think about when i was little and scared of the dark and how i dont like my back facing the door because it bothers me a lot and i feel like someone gonna come in and hurt me.
alone i sit,
waiting for you.
where did you go?
why did you leave me alone?
in a dark room.
to fend for myself.
why?
do you hate me?
what did i do?
you left me.
in the darkroom.
light reveals
everything you left
inside that hallow
black
memories
shrunken under
water
brought to life
and taken
back
its everything
we dreamed of
It was a dark night and the six of them were in the darkroom. When the photo was developed, there was a slow realization that the picture was of them, and one of them was holding a knife high as if about to stab one of them. How odd, john said, as the knife plunged into his back. The other 4 people muttered something about the impossibility of it all, trying to balance the murder and the unexplainable photo. The man with the knife joked that they should develop the next one, then they took the knife from him, saying that it was not funny at all.
in a dark room you develop pictures. The pictures should turn out good… I remember one time the only time I was in a dark room was with Kyle Saxton and I thought he was pretty cool… And that’s when I thought Mrs. Hurst’s husband was awkward. I like dark rooms. They make you feel warm and artsy.
The niches of my mind’s matter are where you develop from imprints to portraits.
All, darkly.
I hear the little girls breaths slow and die. What is this sticky substance on my hands coming from the girl’s shirt? No lights, so how should I know? Who is this little girl? Now other then my now dead little sister, Holly. Thanks, Dad. You made me cry for the first time. Ever.
the darkroom holds my gloom
and shadow of doom
when all else fails
it becomes my
retreat
to the darkroom to
to turn the white
into light and
photos of life
in black and white
that come to life
only in my darkroom.
theres a dark room with a million empty faced clowns all coming at you at once and theres no where to turn. so what are you supposed to do? just sit there and take it of coursse! then i thought comes to your mind and you whip out the chainsaw and start hackin away at the mofos tryin to kill you! thank god you always keep a chainsawhandy for situations like these. its insane when situations like these can pop up!!!
The flames engulfed the darkroom with terrible screams. All evidence destroyed.
Darkroom. Well, it’s used in photography, though it reminds me of some sort of really terrible horror movie. Probably indie, but not a good indie horror film, just sort of kitschy, with a lot of camera shake and grainy images….
Standing in the darkroom
Red colors staining fingers, and lens
See the way the pictures illuminate
and make you
lean on your toes,
arch your knees like a bridge,
and gaze in wonderment.
We should spend more time in darkrooms.
Is the room dark? Or is it a projection of my muddied soul. A photograph is being born here, but my mind cannot even ponder the possibilities of its beauty. How sweet darkness can be when contrasted with blinding light. How pleasing!