It happens sometimes, but rarely, because I immediately see what I took a picture of, so I know what to expect when I "resize" the photo to a larger diagonal. maybe some shadows that shouldn't have been there, something flew into the frame, someone closed their eyes...
But I remember 20-25 years ago, when we didn't have digital cameras and screens, when we were waiting for the shooting of 36 shots (or 24 or 72 and 108, it depends on who used which camera)... And then there were surprises, both unpleasant and pleasant. Then I rejoiced at the successful photos and was disappointed when one did not turn out as I planned while holding the camera in my hand and clicking the shutter button...
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It was a lot harder back in the old days and one had to pay to have the film developed before one realised there was a whole roll of shit photos. I can remember thinking, fucking fuckety fuckballs, these fucken photos are fucken shit, on more than one occasion.
Half of these were "shit" but still fond memories...
That's what it's all about, the memories.