Darkroom
Some time ago my father gave me a cardboard box containing several items of photographic darkroom equipment. He had last used them as a teenager in the 1940s. The equipment had remained untouched in the attic for many years.
Photographing these objects was a way of studying them more closely and an opportunity to imagine him learning about photography, as I did during my adolescence. It was also a way to remember him through a shared interest.
