Once when their world was their playground

Sometime in the late 1930's, my grandparents took this photo on an England beach somewhere up north. 

Young and carefree, just before the war. 

Happy and in love. 

A playful Grandpa way before he got ill and a radiant, relaxed grandma, who in her old age has become so reserved. 

I like to imagine that on this day, nothing in the world mattered to them. 

diana, oh diana.

Okay, so it's been a complete anti-climax and I'm finding it hard to hide my disappointment. Is that bad for a film newbie? Out of sixty shots, only five made my heart beat a little faster.

Perhaps I rely on instant results.
Or maybe it's the fact that I trust editing too much. Or that I have control over every single photograph with my iPhone or DSLR. Or that perhaps my relationship with digital is pretty much set in concrete.

With that said, I think its time I buy the next roll and keep on going.... Maybe next time I'll love ten out of sixty.