I studied photography in college. I loved the process: going out to shoot, developing the film in my kitchen, quiet afternoons printing in the closet that I called my darkroom. For sundry reasons–some good, some bad–I stopped practicing film photography some time after college. I let my Nikon sit, untended, until a few years ago.
Like so many others, something about 2020 made me pick up film photography again. At first, I sent my film out to a professional lab, but after a while I started processing at home again. I bought a scanner, and a makeshift darkroom was born.