In analogue photography, the natural light in its completely natural strength corresponding to the moment, according to its scope and efficiency, is directed more or less specifically onto a film, which captures the image that corresponds to its projection via the lens just at the moment of release.
There is a minimal chemical reaction between the film as a carrier material and the absorbed light, which permanently changes the structure of the film, albeit in the smallest structural areas. The smallest engravings of the light, if you will, according to the image taken, take place.
This targeted recording is directed via the camera and its functions, as well as via the lens, which bundles the incident light and transmits it to the film.
The rest is up to whoever leads the camera. With the camera focused on a motif of his environment, in the snapshot, a presumably unique moment that will never exist again in this form.
In analogue photography there is certainly something philosophical, even something poetic, in the narrative from everyday life, in its interplay, between light and shadow, just as life is shaped by luminous moments, as well as those that have fallen out of the light.