An old friend sent me a scan of a letter i’d written her, a decade ago now. I had forgotten there were pictures taken, back then.
Photos in question were some portraits of our mutual friend, shot on a roll of Kodak black and white film (T-Max?). The lab had developed the initial set perfectly, but pretty much bleached the re-prints i went back for a couple of weeks later, damning what i had thought was an achievement of technical understanding. These i eventually sent to S, recipient of disgusted letter scrap above.
10 years on, we’re a CEO-in-training and a Steve-McCurry wannabe, come some way.
Then she calls one night, a continent away, with “I was cleaning stuff out, and i find these letters, omigod…”
And for those few minutes, we were excited teenagers again.