We Waited a Week to Find Out the Photo Was Blurry

You didn’t know if a picture was good until a week later.

You took the photo, finished the roll, dropped it off at the drugstore or the photo place, and then waited. And waited. And then, finally, you got the envelope back with your pictures inside.

And that’s when you found out: the best one was blurry. Or somebody blinked. Or your thumb was over the lens. There was no retake, no delete, no second chance. That was the picture, and you kept it anyway, because it was still a memory.

We lived with blurry photos, and we loved them anyway.

What was your best blurry photo — the one you kept even though it wasn’t perfect?