I have since returned from my road trip with my daughter, celebrated all sorts of birthdays, etc., and kicked off summer and the festival season with Carversville day. I survived May! With hundreds of photos and lots of topics to write about, I think I’ll actually start from the beginning… no, not with my trip… not exactly… but with scrapbooking.
I used to spend hours (and lots of $ for double prints) cutting up my drug store developed photos, buying stickers that said cute or funny things, and pasting it all to a page. Then, yippee, along came digital to speed up the process… and, well, that is how it all began, this fascination of mine with photography and digital art.
Of course, I wasn’t planning to start out this bog post with a flashback to my past. I had ideas to write about things like dealing with the obstacles of shooting amongst the tourists, during tourists’ hours and all the wrong conditions, or how not to bore (or embarrass) those you are traveling with. I guess this is why photographers pay good money to go on workshops or photo excursions.
But… feeling a bit sentimental and having read a few blog posts and articles recently on society’s new photo taking habits, it got me to thinking how my own photo practices have changed.
I recently read somewhere that the number of photos taken in 2015 will reach 1 trillion!!! And in another article, the question (or something to the effect) was asked, just how many of those photos, all those “snapshots,” will future generations will ever see? Or how about all the chatter about the questionable longevity of our digital images on hard drives, discs, or the cloud. Even in my own photo-life there is now about a 5+ year gap, where my images (my memories) sit on a hard drive in no particular order (and in only a file system I can probably understand)… for no one else to see.
So, after looking through all my shots over the past month, I started again, from the beginning, looking for my snapshots . . . for those photos that truly capture the fleeting moments that leave the biggest impressions, the unexpected finds, and the indescribable feelings and memory that a photo (that snapshot) can rekindle, and the story they tell or will tell once they are put together.
Turns out… most of my snapshots were taken with my camera phone (you know, the camera that’s always with you and much more inconspicuous than that DSLR your lugging around).
Maybe, some day, I can go back and scrapbook those 5 or 6 years (before they disintegrate on my hard drive), but, for now, it’s time to start a brand new scrapbook/photo album, to put those snapshots in print, so they are ready to share… with the grand kids (someday), family, and friends. I’m not leaving such important memories to chance.