My dad built a darkroom in the basement when I was 4. It was a real room with a big sink, heat, and an exhaust fan. He jackhammered a hole in the floor for a dry well to drain the rinse water. I clearly remember the first time I watched a white piece of paper floating in the developer, under red safelight, as the image emerged. I was smitten. Dad and my two older brothers used it a lot. Dad did technical photography professionally and we also had the gear to make photo-silk screens. Most of the photography dad did at home...more
