The undeveloped film

For 7 years I have carried around a roll of film.  It's always been in my top drawer...amidst the silk scarves and bras and turquoise and pearl necklaces.  It was a black and white roll, and at the time that I took it I didn't live by a lab that could develop it (it was a professional roll and not a normal Wal-Mart drop-off kind.)  So, it has sat in my many top drawers for years. Across country 2 times.  6 places of residence.  7 years.  

Why? 

I have certainly had the opportunity to develop it in that time frame.

But...it was almost like a glimmer of a memory that I was somehow afraid of losing if I took it out of it's natural state.  I remembered it was taken at the farm.  That time was precious.  If I finally saw what it came out to be, would it be as grand as what I remembered? Would I be disappointed in the result?

And I savored the anticipation. But it was time.

I got the call that it was ready and so yesterday I went to pick it up.  There were so few pictures (like 10)...did I wind it before it was done?  I must have.  Or it could have been a little girl who loved to play with buttons.

Taken on my Nikon F100.  Horrible pictures, aren't they?  Am I happy with the end result from years of waiting?  I would be lying if I told you I was... initially.  My first inclination was how, well, crappy of a photographer I was.  But that was a short lived emotion, because then I gasped at how absolutely fun it was to see my husband fry his first turkey.   And my niece was just well...lovely!  And socks and dish gloves to wear outside in the chilly air were perfect.

(my niece)

Brianna and her cousin with fabulous hand wear

 Rowdy's first fried turkey

  

Worth the wait?  My sentimental self says so.