What's your favorite picture? Like, you love the pictures so much it's actually printed on film,

maybe even framed or in a photo album. Maybe it's a picture from years ago taken with an actual,

wait for it, a camera, not a phone. One of my favorite pictures is a simple, impromptu snapshot of me and my

grandfather sitting on the couch together. Judging by my mullet, yes, I just said that. I'm thinking

it was 1992, maybe 1993.

Pictures used to be an event.

It took effort to make sure the camera had film and the batteries weren't dead.

Your finger wasn't over the lens.

And, of course, the eye-staring contest with the camera don't blink.

But what I liked about taking pictures with a real camera is it meant it was something special.

Something you really wanted to remember.

Something you wanted to just hold in your hand to remember it by.

Even waiting for the one-hour print felt like an eternity.

And then warm off the printer.

There it is.

The photo.

The memory in your hand.

The memories of that moment relived in your mind. as you smile, maybe cry, and you reminisce.

The whole process was special.

Now, that's not to say, the 10,000 pictures you've taken with your phone aren't as sentimental or carry such stories.

But truth told, how often do you go back

through the random quick shots of years past? The cute puppy you saw at a park, or maybe the

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