Last week I went to the photo store to develop a black & white film I had completely forgotten about.
“We’re sorry, but the pictures are ruined,” they told me. “There must have been light coming into the film at one point, and only one photo made it. Do you still want us to print it?”
Turns out that, luckily, more than one photo survived. Two of them were part of a photography project the model and I were working on. Three years ago.
The beauty/danger of film is that, no matter how much you try to control it, you never truly know how the images will come out.
And, sometimes, the outcome is far better than you had envisioned in the first place.
Even when there wasn’t supposed to be an outcome at all.