I love my negatives
Actually, I hate them. They are an encumbrance.
I love shooting the pictures, talking to the people at the lab
I love scanning them.
I love looking through all the final photos in Lightroom.
The objects themselves pile up. Waiting to be needed or until I presume I die.
I won’t throw them away willingly, of that I am sure.
I hold them sometimes and know that these, really, are my photos.
The digital side is ephemera. These are light on silver. Permanent, for certain values of permanent.