Originally Posted by
zuiko90
I actually don't mind the wait. It reminds me of being a kid in the 1950's, you know, when you sent off that quarter taped to a Kellog boxtop to Battle Creek, Michigan for some little treasure. We lived in rural southern Indiana. I'd faithfully go out each day to check our big rural mailbox. After a couple of weeks you just kinda forgot the whole thing. Then, some hot August day, 6 or 8 weeks later, mom would say "something came in the mail for you today". The moment of initial confusion and then, Oh Yeah!
Ripping open the little battered brown paperboard box, in great excitement you inspected your treasure.
Could have been a secret decoder spy ring, or even better one of those submarines you put baking soda in to make go up and down in the water.
I've got my lens, and other accoutrements ready. Now I'm going to forget about it, (plenty of other photo related projects). Then, one day, unexpectedly, a package will arrive.
I know you can never go home again, but I still look forward to that experience of discovery and joy.