Take more photos
There are boxes in the garage that I haven’t looked into in the last 18 years, since I moved in with Gail. She has been nagging me to go through them, keep what I want and toss the rest. So this weekend I started.
Most of them are photos. Lots and lots of photos. And as I sort them out, I find that I am consistently tossing every single picture from travels, every landscape, everything I took in a museum, every ‘pretty picture’ I ever shot. I look at them and just don’t care.
People pictures, on the other hand, are universally priceless. A blurry, overexposed shot of my dad is worth more than all the pictures of the Forbidden City I will ever have.
I have photos of long-gone relatives. Friends I can barely picture in my mind. People I can’t believe were ever that young. Children growing up. Three shots of Robin Williams. Former girlfriends in dishabile. A couple of me in dishabile taken by the same women. I used to be studly, it seems.
The modern world sees an explosion in photographs, courtesy of the smartphone. That’s a very good thing. Looking at these pictures of the life I led brings back joys large and small that I have forgotten, reminds me of all the good people and the things I did with them.
Now if I can only get the DMV to use this on my next drivers license:
Just getting around to 8/2/15 post. “Take more photos”. We all have that box in a closet. If you have any Pisarra Pic’s that you don’t want’ I would love them. My children would love to see them, I’m sure! We have very few pic’s of Dad’s side. PS: still keep in touch with my Aunt Boots, (Miranda Kaufer). She asks about you often, she does not have a computer, so I can’t send blog. Sometimes, I print and send. She is almost 93. and sharp as a tack. Her daughter and granddaughter will be in NY on Wednesday. Have not seen them in 37yrs, can’t wait!
Hope you and Gail are well and enjoying California sunshine. thanks,