Those of us who have experienced the darkroom days can tell you, it is simply....magical! Watching one’s image coming to life in the developing tray is unforgettable, and so, for that matter, is seeing one’s strip of film coming to life, too...... There was always something mystical and magical about the darkroom, though, standing there, gently rocking a tray back-and-forth, taking in the distinctive chemical aromas, feeling enveloped in and encompassed by the dim lighting.....and finally being able to wash the print and emerge into the daylight again. It was messy and smelly and one got stains on one’s clothes, but it was still an experience like no other..... I love the mess-free, odor-free, stain-free, speediness of being able to pop a memory card into the reader and click a key and have my images suddenly arrive in my computer, ready for tweaking, and that is magical in its own way, but, well.....I still do from time to time miss the mystical experience of those darkroom days.......
OK, and yes, it was darned frustrating when one would go through the entire process from developing the film to putting a frame under the enlarger lens and carefully, patiently exposing it on the photo paper and working on it to hopefully get the desired results.....and to then spend the additional time nursing what looked like a blank sheet of paper once away from the enlarger as it went through the required sequence and series of baths in various trays......only to realize at some point during the process that something had gone awry and the whole thing would have to be done all over again!
hope your hubby feels better soon.
what the hell?! I mean!! That’s not real! Can’t believe I’m the winner! 
