A Day in the Rain

I started doing photography by developing my own film and printing my own pictures.  It all started when I took a beginners photography course as an elective after going back to university to finish my degree in Landscape Architecture. (I dropped out of school to move to Cayman and be a bartender five years earlier :-)Yes, my parents were so proud!)  Everyone knows that electives are classes you take to fill up your hours so you can graduate.  Typically, you would find a relatively simple course that wouldn't take too much of your time, so you could concentrate on what you were majoring in.  I consider myself so, so lucky I decided on that course, because I really fell in love with photography.  In all honesty, I spent every extra minute I had in the darkroom, and I'm pretty sure the rest of my studies suffered because of it.  I threw all my energy into that photography class and the rest of my classes were just afterthoughts. What is really weird to me, was that my older brother got a degree in photography years earlier and it never dawned on me that it may be something I would be interested in.  Trust me, I am getting to the point of this post, just in a round about way. The first SLR I had was my moms old Minolta SRTSC-II and then I moved to the Nikon F100.  I loved both of those cameras, and I really do miss doing film.  I miss the hours in the darkroom with my thoughts and having those pictures magically appearing in the developing trays. I'd crank my music up and completely lose track of time.  I miss holding actual prints in my hands, prints that I made all on my own.  What I don't miss, is the smell that permeated all my clothing, the hours spent trying to fix small mistakes in an otherwise flawless photo, the expense of all the chemicals, mixing the chemicals, having film come out of the tank not the way you expected, waiting for prints to dry, waiting for film to dry and then when it was finally dry, finding dust stuck to it!!!  Arggggggghhhhhh.........the list goes on.   All that being said, I do miss film and I want to do it again one day, but I LOVE my digital camera too.  I love that I can look at what I'm shooting immediately, and when I get home, all I have to do is pop my card in the card reader and I'm good to go.  Also, it only takes seconds to do what it use to take me hours and hours to do.  It's awesome!  So, here is my point.  I still have a bit of a soft spot in my heart for black and white images.  I love the feel of them, the moodiness.

I spent a few hours with a friend at Camana Bay today so the kids could play in the fountains............it POURED rain most of the two hours we were there.  We ended up taking cover under one of the walkways and the light was really beautiful.  I knew I would want to convert my images to black and white.  So, here they are.....check out my son, the blondie, he seems to be casting some sort of spell on his little friend.

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Tytia Habing

I am a self taught, natural light photographer, with sixteen years of shooting experience under my belt. Back in the day, I learned to shoot with film, developed it and printed my own photos in my darkroom. I've since moved to digital, but film holds a very dear spot in my heart that I just can't seem to shake. I was supposed to be a horticulturalist and landscape architect...at least that's what my degree's tell me. I followed that path for some time, along with a few other paths, but photography won my heart. Plants and beautiful mother nature is, and will always be, a great inspiration to me. If at all possible, I prefer to shoot outdoors and somehow incorporate nature into the scene. I'm originally from the Watson, Illinois area, but the majority of my adult life I spent living in the Cayman Islands and only moved home to Illinois with my husband and son a few short years ago. I grew up on a small working farm, with acres and acres of natural areas at my disposal. It gave me a great appreciation for the world around me. I roamed wherever I pleased, built forts in the woods, picked wildflowers in the pasture and caught craw-daddies in the crick. My son is taking over the jobs of fort building and craw-daddy hunting, but I'll never give up the picking of wildflowers.