I found my old film camera at the back of a cupboard this week, behind a box of cables I will never use and cannot bring myself to throw away. It still had a half-finished roll in it, which felt like a small message from a younger version of me who clearly got distracted by something. Probably a job.
So I finished the roll, sent it off to be developed, and spent the wait genuinely curious in a way I had forgotten was possible. No chimping at a screen, no burst mode, no second chances. Thirty-six frames and a fair amount of hope.
The photos came back middling. A couple were properly bad, one or two were lovely, and most were fine. But the interesting part was how much I enjoyed the constraint. Everything I do for work is about iterating fast and getting instant feedback. This was the opposite, and that was exactly the point. I think I will buy another roll.