Sometimes I get nostalgic and miss the days before digital cameras, when all photographic evidence of special moments were captured on film. I miss not knowing how photos of adventures or events turned out until the film was developed, sometimes weeks or months later. I miss flipping through chunky albums stored in the attic somewhere, reminiscing over “that one time, remember?”
That’s not to say I don’t appreciate digital cameras. The countless trees saved from not printing every photo, ugly or not. The health of film developers that were maintained from not inhaling noxious fumes over the years. The ability to take thousands of photos and store them in the space of a quarter. These things I do cherish.
Sometimes though, I miss sitting on the couch and flipping through those dusty hunks of plastic and paper.
Sigh… feeling nostalgic…