I recently came across a box of old photos from the late 80s, my early childhood. My parents had taken me to southern Spain for more than two weeks. And while I don’t remember much of it, here’s what stands out to me today: We don’t care about photos anymore. Analog film was “precious,” every shot VERY carefully crafted, and I remember the frustration when someone accidentally pulled the trigger and wasted one of the 30 odd photos on that film roll.
