I asked ChatGPT to write me a poem based around three elements, all to do with this photo. I'd love to know your thoughts!
Can you work out the camera, film, and developer used for this photo. There are a couple of not so subtle clues in the text to help you along… 😆
In the darkroom's dim and hallowed walls,
A brew of magic bubbles and calls,
The red light glows, the timer ticks,
As 510 Pyro developer is in the mix.
The smell of magic fills the air,
And suddenly I'm transported there,
To ancient alchemists' fiery lairs,
To make my photographs, to say my prayers.
The liquid dark, it beckons me,
To dip my prints, to set them free,
To bring out shadows, highlight the whites,
In 510 Pyro, my art ignites.
And as I lift my prints to dry,
I hear the whispers of days gone by,
Of photographic masters and their ways,
Of 510 Pyro's mystical rays.
For in this dark and alchemic space,
I find my art and my own true grace,
With 510 Pyro, my soul is stirred,
My photographs come to life, I’m such a nerd...
Oh, the wonders of Ilford HP5,
A film that's loved by many eyes,
When developed in 510 Pyro,
It turns to magic, don't you know?
The grains are crisp, the tones so rich,
In every image, there's a hitch,
A hint of mystery, a touch of class,
The perfect blend of light and mass.
The shadows deep, the highlights bright,
Ilford HP5 in 510 Pyro's light,
The contrast sharp, the details fine,
A perfect print, a work of art divine.
With every roll, a story told,
In black and white, a tale unfolds,
Of moments captured, memories made,
Of beauty, love, and life's sweet shade.
Oh, Ilford HP5 in 510 Pyro,
A match made in the darkroom's glow,
A duo that will stand the test of time,
A perfect pair, a match sublime.
As the shutter clicks, the moment's caught,
Two vintage trams, side by side, they've brought,
Memories of a time long past,
As I capture the scene, with each frame that's cast.
The Bronica's lens, it sees it all,
The rust and paint, the peeling wall,
The gentle curve of the iron tracks,
And the vintage trams, as they roll and pass.
In shades of grey, the world is seen,
As the film is exposed, to the light, so keen,
The trams, so elegant, in their prime,
Are now relics, captured in time.
With every click, I hold my breath,
As I compose the scene, with all its depth,
The trams, they tell a story true,
Of days gone by, and life anew.
And as I develop, the film so fine,
I see the trams, in all their shine,
A moment captured, a memory saved,
Of two vintage trams, side by side, they've braved.
So here's to the Bronica, the camera's might,
That captured the trams, in all their light,
And to the trams, that stood the test of time,
Their beauty captured, a memory of mine.
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