The boy was interested in the red glowing rim of a partially opened door. He slowly…cautiously entered the room and saw the silhouette of a man working at a table. The boy noted a peculiar smell, similar to that of vinegar and oranges…he asked himself if it was safe.
The man at the table turned around and looked straight into the boy’s eyes; he thought he was in trouble! But the man just smiled and turned back to his work. Without the fear of having done something wrong, the boy approached the table and saw what the man was doing. There was a piece of paper inside a tray full of liquid. The boy’s eyes widened… “This is magic!” he thought to himself. There was an image appearing on the white paper, an image of someone he knew… an image of himself! It was in that moment that the boy first understood the joy of photography.
It is now many years later and that boy is now the man who sits in front of that same tray, watching new images emerge from the paper…only now, it’s the older man, my father, appearing on the photographic paper. The photography world has gone mostly digital, but the magic of photography still remains.