the lost stacks

lostSome days it’s painful: you go to a place, and event, you enjoy yourself. Of course the camera is with you, and it’s a good moment to take pictures.

And then you come home, and take alook at the pictures and nothing feels right. Frustrating.

Of course: there’s not much processing to be done in a mood like that.


And sometimes, after a few weeks, it happens that you come back to those lost stacks of un-processed, un-appreciated pictures. And you realize just how beautiful they are.