i love my darkroom it is filled with my dark thoughts and emotions it rules, it is so awesome. the curtains never open and the window never closes. . it rules end of. don’t be jealous. . DARKROOM
A darkroom is a place where you can develop photographs. I always thought it would be pretty cool to be able to use a darkroom. I like photography a lot. Digital photography is pretty awesome because you can take a ton of pictures and keep your cousins busy with your camera. BUT, I kind of wish I still had a regular camera so I could use a darkroom with the red lights.
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I am sitting in my dark room, thinking of tomorrow. I dread tomorrow. Maybe if i put on music i will fall asleep. But its to dark for me. Im like child that needs a night light. I need my nightlight. My security blanket.
where photography was born, i have never been in one before, one day… it looks like it would be super fun, and beneficial to go where my craft was born
the night is almost as dark as my drakroom
here
memories become reality
and from obscurity
comes reason
faces places
we are here
where?
the photograohs of a time gone by
making us yearn for better things
I remember being in Mr. H’s photo class. We got a brand new school that year, the darkroom was the latest technology. a circular, sort of revolving door. My friends and i would go back there with the girls while mr. H was in the front giving instruction oooking over the rest of the class. The sound of the door swirling was always enough warning to know a teacher was coming. In the darkroom you were practically invincible until you walked squinting back into the light.
this is my first time doing this and im at practise and im distrated, so ya!!! but my days been good good and ummm, i think coach is in a bad mood a bit, but im a manager, and im bored. i came across this on stumbly and im almost done! Holy crap, i accisdentally started it again, so i dont know what to do!!!!!! sigh…. but ya. blah blah. STOP TALK-TALKING THAT BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, U wont be getting this, naw ,naw naw.
it’s dark and i see a little girl sit in the chair crying. it looks like she’s happy, though. she’s gone from her terrible parents, suddenly it turns red and people start doing their picturethings. she’s happy because the pictures are of her and that pleases her. she leaves the room happy! like a happy girl with happy parents, of course.
and in the dark dark room there was a dark dark cupboard and in the dark dark cupboard there was a dark dark box and in the dark dark box there was a GHOST! or something like that
Darkrooms are cool because you can process photos in them. I adore photos and I adore photography. I am hoping for a Nikon D90 for my birthday in July so that I will be able to take better photos and experiment more with light. It’s amazing how images pop up on paper inside darkrooms.
Darkrooms are so cool because you can process photos in them. I love photography so I think I kinda like dark rooms. Photos are beautiful and anything to do with them are pretty much amazing too. I love Darkrooms.
My room is dark, when I sleep. I can only sleep in the dark. I love it when there is absolutely no light. My sister is scared and she sleeps with her closet light on, but I don’t like it that way. The dark makes me feel comfortable, is that weird? :)
i was in a darkroom with chris after i took e and i started seeing all these things because i was hallucinating after all the e i took since i took 3 pills. i saw a little woman standing on the end of the futon and she was talking to us but i wasn’t listening it was like a infomercial. and then i saw a basketball played wrapped around the wall up by where the bed was and then i saw a stack of balloons and i thought i was on facebook.
The chemicals paint a picture on your page. You did not create the picture, you captured it. You captured it but you have no seen it. Not until it is unlocked. From the deep white abyss, the photograph climbs out of the photo, until it takes up the whole page, captivating your eyes, and presenting themselves perfectly.
a room where there is no light whatso ever. a sad place where there is only lonliness. you can also develop picture here if you are a budding photgrapher, but who uses real film anymore anyway
This is no place for children. Said my dad.
But I loved the dark. There was always something that stood out.
A slightly paler splotch, or a pinprick of a star. But even in the darkest of the dark,
it was worth it to turn the imaginary key (click) and paint dragons and lochs and dark city spires and faces in my head.
Kind of like acid.
As the door slammed shut behind me, I glimpsed the shadow of something tall, ragged and catlike flit across the wall. Then the light was cut off, and I heard the sound of the lock click and I was alone. There was a roaring in my head, and the cut-string tension of fear throbbing through every nerve and synapse in me.
Darkrooms washed in red light are among the most liberating spaces in the world, quiet but for swishes and clicks and the sound of music blaring from an iPod. Heady chemicals that smell like old shoes waft through the air, cool water dries out the skin on your hands. Count the seconds of exposure, slosh through the fluid and into the dryer. Out into the light, squinting: are the blacks black enough, the pale greys close enough to white? Shall I burn the sky so the clouds show up on the next round?
its a place where people develop photos. Could also be used in order to classify a place of a feeling that someone is having. I’m not really sure how to expand on all of this, but that’s what a darkroom is. Yep. That’s what it is and what it is there for. For develop
The noise was coming from inside the darkroom. I couldn’t move, I stood frozen as I watched the lights flicker in and out from a peephold designed to keep light out of the main tunnel. The zombie attack was approaching fast. I cried, and I laughed, and I grabbed a projector as I ran for it.
In a dark room
I sat
Thought about life
I cried for the lack of sight
the lack of all
that was covered.
What I’d do for a window
or even a candle.
Till then I close my eyes
and think.
dark rooms are used for developing pictures. i don’t like darkrooms that are not for developing pictures. i am scared of the dark and usually turn the lights on right away. i only like darkrooms when it’s time to go to sleep. the dark helps me feel tired. i prefer sun rooms.
it was cold in there. there was no where to go. the darkroom was the last hiding place on earth. i couldn’t breathe, somewhere, the lightswitch to all the projectors was located. it scared me. how on earth was i supposed to survive the zombie attack with only photo paper left as a weapon.
It was in that darkroom that I had my best ideas. Normally I was alone, but sometimes he would be there too. Not doing anything, just sitting there watching me work, listening to me talk. Although his face always looked a little eerie in the red glow, I still loved it.
When I was in high school I took a photography class, and my friend and I had a joke that if we broke the enlarger it would take us years to work and save up enough money to replace it. I have no idea why we thought that was funny. I think we also just liked the idea of an enlarger–like what if you could use it for all sorts of things. My god, high school kids are dumb.
she hung the photo up next to the others.
in every photo she was holding on so tight to him –
like she would lose him at any moment if she let go.
little did she know she would lose him so soon
and now
the only thing she had left of him
was a decade of memories and photos.
dark room the room is dark. why is the room so dark. i’m sitting in a dark room. and i’m hungry and tired. room room room room room room room room room room room room room room dark the dark is roomy.
i sit in dark rooms to think… everything just seems so much clear and simple. When the noises get loud and life seems a little rough, i just sit in a room. Music is playing but it blocks out all the noise. I can’t take it somtimes and i keep my sanity.
There was no light. No sound. In the dark, she was alone with herself. It was nothing she enjoyed for long. She sparked a match, but it sputtered out before she could see. “Same as always.” She could never see ahead. Never.
sex hostility violence it over comes you like the fear burning in your soul of the unknown only inches from your face. You can’t breathe, the darkness suffocates your thoughts with hate and discontent. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
the dark room is a mysterious place that photographers use to produce film. I’m not sure how it works, but its dark and there are liquids. its a mysterious place for all of us not into producing film even if we take pictures. to see the inside of a dark room would be an adventure.
ahhhhh, it gave me more time to talk about a dark room. i don’t have time to think of anything else. weird thing dark rooms
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The room was dark. A darkroom. She felt as if the light were taken from this place to mimic the womb. It is an insubstantial feeling, the feeling of homesickness, for the comfort of the eternal clutch of love, nurturing, silence. She could hear herself breathing in the stale air. Her lungs expanding and contracting. Her soul was being developed, pried from her body, in this very room. A room of death and rebirth. The feeling of being isolated, yet covered in the blackness. Surrounded by what you cannot see there is nothing to fear, if not only your self.
I was a photographer, so I’ve spent many hour inside a darkroom. There you have it, filled with the scent of chemicals, lit by a red light with lots of photographs hanging from strings, little memories of other times.
lace to develop phots
place to slleep soundly in scaary place
place with curtains that block the light deliberately for someone who has to sleep during the ay
day
have never wanted a darkroom for developing photos altho I enjoy photos from experyt photographers
dark rhymes with hark, park, lark–all happy wourds wholly idfferent than dark
dark can be ebony, dark refers to chocolate too–allegedly heaqlthey for us.
i love my darkroom it is filled with my dark thoughts and emotions it rules, it is so awesome. the curtains never open and the window never closes. . it rules end of. don’t be jealous. . DARKROOM
where is the light? turn it back on
A darkroom is a place where you can develop photographs. I always thought it would be pretty cool to be able to use a darkroom. I like photography a lot. Digital photography is pretty awesome because you can take a ton of pictures and keep your cousins busy with your camera. BUT, I kind of wish I still had a regular camera so I could use a darkroom with the red lights.
scary lonely sleeping hard times lonelyness peacefull night waking up eyes rest selfless stories childhood memories reliving living sex imaginary dreams love peace
it’s dark and I can’t see.
Help me.
Help me.
where are you?
the walls are getting closer
make me free
save me
help
I am sitting in my dark room, thinking of tomorrow. I dread tomorrow. Maybe if i put on music i will fall asleep. But its to dark for me. Im like child that needs a night light. I need my nightlight. My security blanket.
where photography was born, i have never been in one before, one day… it looks like it would be super fun, and beneficial to go where my craft was born
the night is almost as dark as my drakroom
here
memories become reality
and from obscurity
comes reason
faces places
we are here
where?
the photograohs of a time gone by
making us yearn for better things
I remember being in Mr. H’s photo class. We got a brand new school that year, the darkroom was the latest technology. a circular, sort of revolving door. My friends and i would go back there with the girls while mr. H was in the front giving instruction oooking over the rest of the class. The sound of the door swirling was always enough warning to know a teacher was coming. In the darkroom you were practically invincible until you walked squinting back into the light.
Imagination. creativity. wonders. 7 wonders. possibilities. The moon. Candles. Seriousness. wishfull.
this is my first time doing this and im at practise and im distrated, so ya!!! but my days been good good and ummm, i think coach is in a bad mood a bit, but im a manager, and im bored. i came across this on stumbly and im almost done! Holy crap, i accisdentally started it again, so i dont know what to do!!!!!! sigh…. but ya. blah blah. STOP TALK-TALKING THAT BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, U wont be getting this, naw ,naw naw.
She sank into the cool bed sheets, thankful for the dark room and respite from the unrelenting heat of the late August day.
it’s dark and i see a little girl sit in the chair crying. it looks like she’s happy, though. she’s gone from her terrible parents, suddenly it turns red and people start doing their picturethings. she’s happy because the pictures are of her and that pleases her. she leaves the room happy! like a happy girl with happy parents, of course.
and in the dark dark room there was a dark dark cupboard and in the dark dark cupboard there was a dark dark box and in the dark dark box there was a GHOST! or something like that
Darkrooms are cool because you can process photos in them. I adore photos and I adore photography. I am hoping for a Nikon D90 for my birthday in July so that I will be able to take better photos and experiment more with light. It’s amazing how images pop up on paper inside darkrooms.
Darkrooms are so cool because you can process photos in them. I love photography so I think I kinda like dark rooms. Photos are beautiful and anything to do with them are pretty much amazing too. I love Darkrooms.
My room is dark, when I sleep. I can only sleep in the dark. I love it when there is absolutely no light. My sister is scared and she sleeps with her closet light on, but I don’t like it that way. The dark makes me feel comfortable, is that weird? :)
i was in a darkroom with chris after i took e and i started seeing all these things because i was hallucinating after all the e i took since i took 3 pills. i saw a little woman standing on the end of the futon and she was talking to us but i wasn’t listening it was like a infomercial. and then i saw a basketball played wrapped around the wall up by where the bed was and then i saw a stack of balloons and i thought i was on facebook.
The chemicals paint a picture on your page. You did not create the picture, you captured it. You captured it but you have no seen it. Not until it is unlocked. From the deep white abyss, the photograph climbs out of the photo, until it takes up the whole page, captivating your eyes, and presenting themselves perfectly.
a room where there is no light whatso ever. a sad place where there is only lonliness. you can also develop picture here if you are a budding photgrapher, but who uses real film anymore anyway
Sitting in silent contemplation. Confusion. I anticipate what’s to come. I recall the days that have passed me by. Lost.
This is no place for children. Said my dad.
But I loved the dark. There was always something that stood out.
A slightly paler splotch, or a pinprick of a star. But even in the darkest of the dark,
it was worth it to turn the imaginary key (click) and paint dragons and lochs and dark city spires and faces in my head.
Kind of like acid.
As the door slammed shut behind me, I glimpsed the shadow of something tall, ragged and catlike flit across the wall. Then the light was cut off, and I heard the sound of the lock click and I was alone. There was a roaring in my head, and the cut-string tension of fear throbbing through every nerve and synapse in me.
Darkrooms washed in red light are among the most liberating spaces in the world, quiet but for swishes and clicks and the sound of music blaring from an iPod. Heady chemicals that smell like old shoes waft through the air, cool water dries out the skin on your hands. Count the seconds of exposure, slosh through the fluid and into the dryer. Out into the light, squinting: are the blacks black enough, the pale greys close enough to white? Shall I burn the sky so the clouds show up on the next round?
its a place where people develop photos. Could also be used in order to classify a place of a feeling that someone is having. I’m not really sure how to expand on all of this, but that’s what a darkroom is. Yep. That’s what it is and what it is there for. For develop
The noise was coming from inside the darkroom. I couldn’t move, I stood frozen as I watched the lights flicker in and out from a peephold designed to keep light out of the main tunnel. The zombie attack was approaching fast. I cried, and I laughed, and I grabbed a projector as I ran for it.
In a dark room
I sat
Thought about life
I cried for the lack of sight
the lack of all
that was covered.
What I’d do for a window
or even a candle.
Till then I close my eyes
and think.
dark rooms are used for developing pictures. i don’t like darkrooms that are not for developing pictures. i am scared of the dark and usually turn the lights on right away. i only like darkrooms when it’s time to go to sleep. the dark helps me feel tired. i prefer sun rooms.
it was cold in there. there was no where to go. the darkroom was the last hiding place on earth. i couldn’t breathe, somewhere, the lightswitch to all the projectors was located. it scared me. how on earth was i supposed to survive the zombie attack with only photo paper left as a weapon.
It was in that darkroom that I had my best ideas. Normally I was alone, but sometimes he would be there too. Not doing anything, just sitting there watching me work, listening to me talk. Although his face always looked a little eerie in the red glow, I still loved it.
When I was in high school I took a photography class, and my friend and I had a joke that if we broke the enlarger it would take us years to work and save up enough money to replace it. I have no idea why we thought that was funny. I think we also just liked the idea of an enlarger–like what if you could use it for all sorts of things. My god, high school kids are dumb.
she hung the photo up next to the others.
in every photo she was holding on so tight to him –
like she would lose him at any moment if she let go.
little did she know she would lose him so soon
and now
the only thing she had left of him
was a decade of memories and photos.
dark room the room is dark. why is the room so dark. i’m sitting in a dark room. and i’m hungry and tired. room room room room room room room room room room room room room room dark the dark is roomy.
i sit in dark rooms to think… everything just seems so much clear and simple. When the noises get loud and life seems a little rough, i just sit in a room. Music is playing but it blocks out all the noise. I can’t take it somtimes and i keep my sanity.
There was no light. No sound. In the dark, she was alone with herself. It was nothing she enjoyed for long. She sparked a match, but it sputtered out before she could see. “Same as always.” She could never see ahead. Never.
sex hostility violence it over comes you like the fear burning in your soul of the unknown only inches from your face. You can’t breathe, the darkness suffocates your thoughts with hate and discontent. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
the dark room is a mysterious place that photographers use to produce film. I’m not sure how it works, but its dark and there are liquids. its a mysterious place for all of us not into producing film even if we take pictures. to see the inside of a dark room would be an adventure.
ahhhhh, it gave me more time to talk about a dark room. i don’t have time to think of anything else. weird thing dark rooms
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The room was dark. A darkroom. She felt as if the light were taken from this place to mimic the womb. It is an insubstantial feeling, the feeling of homesickness, for the comfort of the eternal clutch of love, nurturing, silence. She could hear herself breathing in the stale air. Her lungs expanding and contracting. Her soul was being developed, pried from her body, in this very room. A room of death and rebirth. The feeling of being isolated, yet covered in the blackness. Surrounded by what you cannot see there is nothing to fear, if not only your self.
I was a photographer, so I’ve spent many hour inside a darkroom. There you have it, filled with the scent of chemicals, lit by a red light with lots of photographs hanging from strings, little memories of other times.
lace to develop phots
place to slleep soundly in scaary place
place with curtains that block the light deliberately for someone who has to sleep during the ay
day
have never wanted a darkroom for developing photos altho I enjoy photos from experyt photographers
dark rhymes with hark, park, lark–all happy wourds wholly idfferent than dark
dark can be ebony, dark refers to chocolate too–allegedly heaqlthey for us.