I put up a new photo album tonight. Here's the long version: In 2001 I worked with an excellent photographer. She got a grant to live in Italy and take pictures of religious ceremonies and later worked for the Miami Herald. In addition to being talented, she is also very smart, funny, and kind.
Because she is so kind, she offered to teach me how to use a darkroom. I got all excited and ran out and, with some help from friends, shot a bunch of rolls of black and white, and she patiently showed me how to process the negatives, despite my clumsiness and near-inability to wind the film over the spool thingy. She left for grad school before we got a chance to make prints, though, and I pretty much forgot about the whole thing.
Then I got the printer/scanner/monster with the negative frame a few weeks ago, and I realized I had a bunch of pictures I'd never seen. Tonight I scanned them all, and it was interesting to see how all these pictures from three years ago turned out.
Most of them were complete doodoo, and some of them were really beautiful pictures of a friend I don't talk to anymore, which made me sad. So I left those out, for the most part, and posted the rest. They're here if you want to see them.