Richard Nicholson's survey of London's last remaining professional darkrooms. If you've spent half as many hours in half as many darkrooms as I have, you'll know how pleasing and poignant I find some of these pics. Good for Richard for documenting some of them before they're gone.
(Thanks to els)
Featured Comment by Dogman: "After years of working in various darkrooms, both in the workplace and in bathrooms at various residences, I finally settled into having a very nice one at my current home. After years of making do with what I could afford in a home darkroom, I finally bought really good equipment—an expensive enlarger, superb German lenses, an archival washer, a professional easel, etc. Stuff I envied in my youth. And now I haven't printed in over a year. I only use the darkroom for loading film—I still shoot a few rolls of black and white regularly.
"I miss the soft amber light, the smells, the digits clicking off on the timer and the still-magic-after-decades of an image coming up in the developer. And, most of all, I miss the solitude of working without all the distractions out there in the light. But somewhere along the line, I got old. My knees ache, my back hurts and my eyes don't see as well in low light. I also got impatient. I have little interest in the technology, but I can muddle through digital imaging well enough to satisfy my current requirements.
"Like Joni Mitchell said '...something lost but something gained in living every day.'"