Lost an entire roll of film today from my recent trip to Memphis. How to describe the frustration. I stared at the nearly clear film while the clerk refunded my card. Even the darkest parts of the images were grey & ghostly. I tried to take a mental inventory, see if I could salvage something from my memories.
Then I stopped & I realized I wouldn’t know what was missing. Part of the discovery of photography is to find some new detail you overlooked. To find that the juxtaposition of lines or light came out stronger than you even remembered. The gift of surprise to yourself. Empty & erased.
Better luck next time, right?