I couldn't resist these shots because I thought that the wall provided such a lovely background texture.
I used to love black and white photography when it was a case of fiddling around in the dark with trays of chemicals that smelled of wee. It's a lot easier these days, but I miss the magic of seeing the image gradually appear on the paper. Although, more often than not, it was the magic of seeing that it still wasn't quite right and that I was going to have to do it again. Hmm.
