My journey into photography began in black and white (film). Digi wasn’t dreamt up back then…
I was a kid tinkering in a makeshift home darkroom (A.K.A Mum’s laundry). Ma was stoked when I hung my prints on her line, dripping fixer chemicals all over the families clothes.
When I was 15, I found the underutilised darkroom at my school. Back then, media was a subject NO ONE did. Photography was for dorks… so this little dork found solace hammering through the schools Ilford paper stockpiles. That school darkroom is where I hid…wagging non-creative subjects and processing my rolls shot around the schoolyard.
I documented everything, fruit fights, pile-ons… obsessed with the process of creating images. That obsession continues today, daily, down at Bondi… all 20 years of it! Today’s post we’re going back to black and white – minus the stinking chemicals.
We have two footers closing out on unsurfable shallow banks this morning. Clean and cool as hints of winter start to surface.