Just got back from darkroom class. My instructor was supposed to be the same guy from my other photography class last year. Instead we have a rather eccentric woman that makes going to class from 9-11pm bearable. She's great.

When I went back home in November, Leah and I found a bunch of dad's old darkroom equipment. Many memories came flooding back. I suppose going through all his stuff was the catalist for signing up for classes and getting back on track, photographically.

It feels good to have direction again.