In most everyday life things, I’m not an OCD type. But with my photos, and to the best of my processing and printing knowledge, I am a perfectionist. When I see this image, I remember being rushed. I remember waiting for a European couple to finish posing in the middle of the road. I remember waiting for another French family to finish their family portrait. And I remember waiting for an endless succession of cars—from both sides of the road. When I see this image now, I cringe at the uneven lines. And the speckled development. Or maybe it’s a dusty lens?