I remember the first time I developed a roll of black and white film in a darkroom. It was magic, pure and simple. The alchemical process of converting acetate into a negative representation of grey tones brought such a smile to my face that although I have developed hundreds, possibly thousands, of rolls and sheets of film over the decades, the feeling has never gone away.
Even today, using digital rather than film, there is something magical about bringing forth a black and white interpretation of the world. Building something with only light and shadow to work with feels like sculpting to me. Capturing it all in a fraction of a second just adds to the thrill.
This image epitomizes that wonder for me: the bright light, the deep shadows, and the just-right-amount of light on the tattooed fingers, the subject of the photo.