Firefall Wood Print

Aspens flowing like fire back dropped with snow dusted mountains. Northern Utah

I started with black and white. Not that I am so old that I pre-date colored film, but for high school the chemicals for the dark room were simple and straightforward enough for a sophomore photo class. I borrowed my dad's Exakta 35mm camera, which he had years before I was born. It was a wonderful camera with a focal circle in the center, which was split in half horizontally, so when I dialed the image un-split, then it was focused. It had a leather camera case which protected the lens and snapped right to the camera body. I thought my old camera was better than any of the newer ones my classmates used. I loved the class, and while my classmates were making fake IDs in the darkroom I was making a big photo of a big barn the size...