Lost opportunities, 1985

Looking back at the slides I recovered the other week, I cannot help but feel ambivalent: there is the soft, sweet feeling of lost youth: the pretty girls we met, the hot days on the beach and the long, dark nights. However, the feeling that is now the most prevalent, is the feeling of missed photo opportunities: What possessed me to waste so much film on all those ancient ruins while there were so many interesting characters and scenes about that would now have been a treasure? Instead I came away with a collection of lousy touristy postcards shots….

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