D. walked into my classroom on a Monday morning with boxes full of chemicals, stating he wanted to skill himself into perfection to make albumen and cyanotype prints. He disappeared in the kitchen next doors so he could work in peace and quiet.

Every day I saw D. go in his transformed darkroom to come out after a few hours with beautiful pictures. 

By the next Saturday I finally had found the courage to ask him to pose for me like I had seen him all week: a gentle man with his ever present towel and apron.

Thanks for the opportunity, D.!