Back where the magic happened.

After work today, I helped Mum and Dad to tidy away the Christmas decorations and return them to the loft. At the far end of the loft, like a time capsule is the area where Dad used to print the photographs we had taken. I remember the excitement of putting the negative in the enlarger, selecting the part that we wanted to print as it projected down on to the paper. Then, the magic really began as the paper was put into the developer and the picture appeared from nowhere! From then, it progressed through the other trays until complete and all this took place in the dim red 'Safe' light. Although things are much easier these days, I will always treasure these times and never forget the magic of those pictures appearing. Good times!