Do you remember when you had to wait for hours, even days, before you could see the results of your photographic efforts? As someone who used to work with film, and with photographers, I can tell you that, on average, a very good photographer can get two to seven good shots for every twenty-four frame roll of film. Ish. It’s not an exact science, but I can tell you that there is no such thing as getting a great shot every time the shutter closes, whether it’s an actual shutter or not. Photographers have created entire businesses and livelihoods based solely on their ability to get more *good* shots per roll than the next guy. The conversion from film to digital has created an excess. Whether it’s an excess of photographs (does the term photograph even apply any more?) or an excess of photographers, I’m not sure.
My point is, I had a very uneventful trip to Louisville last weekend. It was lovely, don’t get me wrong. I spent some much needed and much appreciated time with my mother, my father, my sister, my niece, and my brother. But we didn’t do anything special, other than hang out at my parents’ house. And yet … I took sixty-three pictures. Sixty-three!
I’m obviously not going to curb my photo-taking habit, but I feel as though it bears mentioning … sometimes it might be better to enjoy the moment, rather than take a picture of it.
That being said, my niece is as cute as ever, and I did come away from the weekend with a few lovely photos. Thank goodness I wasn’t shooting film – I got roughly five good ones out of sixty-three.