I went to the darkroom and picked up the last of the black and white film you shot last year. There are no more. All the rolls I know about are developed.
The darkroom at the Pajama Factory is much bigger. Ralph doubled the size by moving the wall. You would have loved it. You would have spent your summer there and at Woodward. You would have skated and developed film. You would experiment with the tintypes with Ralph’s working group.
You would have had a great summer. You would have made beautiful pictures.
Love you. Miss you. Dad