© Brittany Cathey-Adams
By Ann Jastrab - June 26, 2017
I'm still hand processing my Tri-x, rolls of 120mm that fill a locker, boxes of 4x5 that hold surprises and secrets. I forget who is in the picture sometimes, it's been so long, and am glad I know about N+ development (my geeky darkroom friends are either chuckling or wagging their fingers at me right now). I remember more often why I pressed the shutter. The light, the moment, the ache, the overwhelming need to capture what was in front of me, my camera, my eye.
