Isn’t it easy to forget the excitement of our first photos? Bombarded with imagery on our phones the sheer joy of first seeing a picture of us or by us can slip our recall.

I can’t help but describe the darkroom process as “magic”. It is probably a reflection of my weak grasp of physics. I know that the film and paper is coated with light sensitive silver crystals suspended in gelatin, but a process that it essentially 200 years old still bemuses me, however much I enjoy its effects.