My Great Uncle and my Dad both had darkrooms in their basements. Ah, that sour chemical smell! Takes me back to 1974. My Great Uncle served in WWII in Bermuda (the whole war), and iirc, and did photography for the Army, who were decoding Japanese intercepted messages or something like that.
My Uncle and Dad were enthusiasts back in the 40's-80's. They were always outdoors laying in the grass on their sides or backs holding their cameras at odd angles trying to get the shot they wanted of the flowers, or us kids, or other relatives. I should post some of them. My Uncle took a shot of me chalking the sidewalk at two years old and it won for best pic in the Baltimore Sun. My other Uncle took lots of shots of what appeared to be dilapidated Baltimore housing. He and my dad were later into taking pics of what I thought were very odd things. Like a corner in the ceiling of a stairwell. Seemed like they liked intersecting lines and how shadows and light played upon them. I never got into photography myself, but I still remember the metallic smell of the camera components, when they would let me shoot. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to rbw-owners-bunch+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. To post to this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch@googlegroups.com. Visit this group at https://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
