You can’t take forty shots on a roll of film. Turns out that’s the whole point.

I learned to see through a Minolta.

My parents gave it to me when I was a kid. Film. Manual. The kind where you had to think before you pressed the shutter because you only had so many frames and there was no screen to check if you got it.

You just had to trust your eye.

I was always that kid anyway. The one who stopped to look at things. The one who noticed.

The Minolta just matched me.

A couple years ago, I stood in Yellowstone watching a bison move through early morning grass and I had my Sony in my hand and I took about forty shots.

Forty.

The whole time thinking, I wish I had the Minolta.

Not because the Sony takes bad photos.

But because the Minolta would have made me choose. One shot. Maybe two. Be present. Mean it.

Infinite tries changes something in you. You stop deciding. You just shoot and sort it out later.

I’m not sure we were built for later. I think we were built for now.

𓂀Being IS the MAGIC – Wandering Waykeeper – Beckett

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(Original Photography below by Beckett Johnson) 📍Yellowstone National Park - Fishing Bridge