I miss film.
Ok not a lot ... more like a little.
The expense of it is hard to justify in these times of technological want and excess.
But I'm not going to lament the advent of digital any more than I'll decry the death of newspapers.
Been there. Done That. Moving on.
I burn through film faster than money in my pocket.*** I'm no hypocrite. I'm hooked on digital.
Still, every once in a while, I find myself thinking about those lost days of excited anticipation.
The days of seeing how closely my memory from the viewfinder resembles the actuality developing in the darkroom.
In those moments of nostalgia, which are pretty frequent these days I'll admit, I may buy a roll of film at the pharmacy and dust off my old Nikon F series.
And a day or two later I'm back at the drugstore counter with my spent roll and scant hope for a little of that old-time magic.