John and I had our first experience with photography as pre-schoolers, in the little house where my family lived in the leafy Dandenong Ranges of Melbourne, Australia. Dad had blackened out the dingy downstairs bathroom, and poking our heads around the door we watched eagerly as he placed a blank piece of white paper into what looked like a smelly tray of water. Then, as if some invisible artist was magically painting on the paper, after a few seconds, a black and white image of my sister, brother and myself appeared. We were hooked from then on…...
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