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2me4art 
ha ha i thought I was a photographer at 16 too – staring 50 in the face and still trying lol
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my dad dragged me into his darkroom to develop & print black & white photography when I was five, I think I have fixative for blood…I’m still trying & I’m never gonna stop!
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brilliant – I can still smell fixative and chemicals in flashbacks to my earlier days
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me too. I miss it, now, when I mess around with photographs, I just smell my coffee.
Have you got any new images that will blow my mind? Never mind, I’ll just look.
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50 is within my sight, too. God-its grey & creaky looking. Friday is my birthday. My kids are eager for cake & ice cream. Wish them luck to get me out of my bed, where I’ll be pouting & feeling sorry for myself.
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