Thoughtjams
Aug. 17th, 2022 09:56 amDon't you just love those episodes of "what I'd like to be doing vs. what I should actually be doing" ?
Yesterday evening I went through the photo albums I have in my possession, to see what photos, if any, I have of Kathleen. Hard copy photo albums are such a funny thing now. I believe I got my very first camera ever in around the sixth grade - at least, that's when I remember losing that camera at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum (coincidentally, a trip I went on with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
annikusrex's family). It was a super cheap point-and-shoot that took cartridges instead of film rolls.
At this point I'm grateful for those memories of loading in the film (don't expose it!!!!!), winding the finished cartridge, bringing the cartridge to the drugstore to be developed, waiting to see how the photos all turned out. A lot of the photos were utterly terrible, but the whole process of having to wait and see is so different from the instant gratification of digital photography.
In any case, I believe that the majority of the hard-copy photos that remain from my childhood are all still at my mom's house. Not too long ago she tried to give them to us, but those old photo albums are huge and awkward, so I think I declined to schlep anything with me all the way back across the country on an airplane.
The hard-copy photos that have traveled with me all date from the end of high school through college, a timeframe when I spent some time with AKW's family, but apparently didn't see fit to photodocument much of our activities together. (in contrast, I have a ridiculous and unnecessary number of photos of rowing-related things and of certain Monty Python Society shenanigans; I no longer even remember the names of many of the people in those photos)
I did find one set of photos that goes along with a relatively simple story that I am now rather keen to scan in and share, from one small hike on Mt. Rainier. But I'm at work, and I should be working on some time-sensitive data analysis and manuscript-writing instead.
Having to compartmentalize is annoying, is all.
Yesterday evening I went through the photo albums I have in my possession, to see what photos, if any, I have of Kathleen. Hard copy photo albums are such a funny thing now. I believe I got my very first camera ever in around the sixth grade - at least, that's when I remember losing that camera at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum (coincidentally, a trip I went on with
annikusrex's family). It was a super cheap point-and-shoot that took cartridges instead of film rolls.At this point I'm grateful for those memories of loading in the film (don't expose it!!!!!), winding the finished cartridge, bringing the cartridge to the drugstore to be developed, waiting to see how the photos all turned out. A lot of the photos were utterly terrible, but the whole process of having to wait and see is so different from the instant gratification of digital photography.
In any case, I believe that the majority of the hard-copy photos that remain from my childhood are all still at my mom's house. Not too long ago she tried to give them to us, but those old photo albums are huge and awkward, so I think I declined to schlep anything with me all the way back across the country on an airplane.
The hard-copy photos that have traveled with me all date from the end of high school through college, a timeframe when I spent some time with AKW's family, but apparently didn't see fit to photodocument much of our activities together. (in contrast, I have a ridiculous and unnecessary number of photos of rowing-related things and of certain Monty Python Society shenanigans; I no longer even remember the names of many of the people in those photos)
I did find one set of photos that goes along with a relatively simple story that I am now rather keen to scan in and share, from one small hike on Mt. Rainier. But I'm at work, and I should be working on some time-sensitive data analysis and manuscript-writing instead.
Having to compartmentalize is annoying, is all.
