I was given a tour of an analog darkroom a few days ago. The smell of fixer, the stack of washed and drying paper trays, that magical red light. So many memories. I do miss my youth, but I have to admit that I don't miss those hours and hours of frustration to produce one print that was not quite satisfactory. I miss my youth, but I don't miss the darkroom that was such a large part of my early days.