Unlabelled snaps a mystery
There’s a school of thought that we should still print photos and not rely on saving them to computers or external drives. Probably a wise move.
However, my problem is that even printed photos should be well organised.
I have photos in albums, most with no dates/names/place details. I’ve always had good intentions but every time I make some inroads, I get sidetracked by the memories and the endless questions of where/when they were taken and who was in them. The rest are loose in a box. Again, details are sadly lacking. Hubby is a fan of having the date imprinted on his photos — me, not so much. Names aren’t quite such an issue as most of my photos tend to be of family or friends. Mind you, I have endless photos of friends’ babies and struggle to recall which baby belonged to which family. Fortunately, I do know which babies are mine.
When I started travelling, I learnt a few things about photos. Firstly, one decent photo is better than 50 lousy ones. Digital cameras have a delete button for a reason. If you want to create a photo book of your trip, don’t wait three years after the trip to do it. Believe me, you will not know where half the pictures were taken or even what they were of.
One lake looks very like another and hills/mountains/ scenery do not tend to be very obvious in terms of location/names.
The number of photos I have can be partly blamed on my periodic forays into trying to be a photographer. Just today, I deleted some photos when it appeared I was experimenting with taking photos in our front yard in the dark. Needless to say, there were just a lot of very dark and average photos. What was I saying about using their delete button on digital cameras?
Everyone knows you get stunning sunsets in the outback and every time I see one, I feel the need to snap a photo of it. I’m sure my kids will thank me when I’m gone, and they have to sort through endless sunset photos.
They won’t have to worry too much about sunrise photos — I don’t seem to get too many of them for some reason.
Mind you, I may have some hope of identifying maybe half of mine, but when it comes to hubby’s cattle photos, he’s on his own.
One day the writer's children may inherit endless unlabelled photos of outback sunsets and other people's babies.