![]() ![]() ![]() When I met my wife, Mary I was able to invite her up to my darkroom, quite genuinely, without any puns about enlargers or seeing what develops. I started processing my own photos, both black and white and later colour. I used to so love photography, as I grew up the cameras and equipment I had improved. In these days of digital photos via phones, it’s difficult to comprehend such limitations. The viewfinder was next to the lens and it wasn’t until you got the photos back you realised Aunty Fanny had no head and Uncle George wasn’t even in the photo. Everyone leaning into the photo and many still excluded, this was a camera where you didn’t see what you were taking. The first photo I took was on Christmas morning at Church. It was a few years later when cheaper colour, processing included with films came in. Of course I could only afford black and white photos, or rather only convince mum to get me black and white. My first camera, in 1972, was a Kodak Instamatic, it took cassette films of about 12 negatives and I had to badger my mum into processing it. I have always enjoyed photography and still do, even in a wheelchair. ![]()
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