Therapeutic is a difficult word. I don't find it relaxing. Actually quite frustrating at times, since my makeshift darkroom at the moment is a mess. The studio is a mess. A random half of my photo gear is still packed away since moving houses this summer. But this weekend, when I framed a beautiful lith print I developed some years ago, I just wanted more of them. The forager part of my brain tells the rest of me to go get some more. That is what keeps me going.