The thrill of photography (en)
I remember ten, fifteen years ago. I remember in my travels, collecting photo films and wishing hard that I don’t loose them, damage them, sink them… I remember the anxiety of giving 15 films all together to a photographer and hoping he wouldn’t close the shop the day after, praying for the prints to be fair to what I had experienced during my journeys.
Sometimes, I'd expect a great picture and only received something mediocre from the print shop. But other times I wouldn't