Some friends, also hailing from Rochester, have been scanning old photos and uploading them to Facebook. These are a few of my younger self. The first on was taken at the Clinton-Washington G station, probably in ’89? The other two were taken at Mt Hope Cemetery in Rochester during a summer between years at Pratt, in the same year, I assume. Seeing all those old photos makes me nostalgic for 35mm cameras. I still have one, but having no darkroom in which to print takes some of the fun out of things. I always loved the darkroom process, and being in there in the dark, amid rows of enlargers. If you went at night at Pratt, it was usually not to crowded and there was something really calming about it; the fluorescent lights would blind you when you came out, and make you wish they’d leave the lab open all night.