It only seems like yesterday that I couldn't tell you what or how I had just taken a photograph – the only discernable recognition of the fact was the satisfying clunk of my Zenith ET's shutter mechanism (it had enough clout that it would register on seismic instruments) – and the fact that I would be grinning.
But even that wasn't confirmation – on various, possibly numerous, occasions, I would either forget to put a film in the camera or would break a film and was busily exposing the same frame for the 12th time – eventually realizing that the film counter was now going round for the second time and it could only mean one thing...
