There comes a time in every woman’s life where she rejects technology.
That happened to me at the weekend when I finally realised that I have hundreds, nay thousands, of photographs on my computer and none – yes, none – in albums sitting on my shelves.
I flirted briefly with putting pictures into those photo-books, which was lovely when we came back from a short holiday on which I hadn’t bothered to take the camera out during water-based events. Thus, there were only around 150 pictures to distil into 50 pages.
Back when I bought my film in rolls of 12, 24 or 36, I was so careful with what I snapped.
The children would probably have got an obligatory shot at the start of the holiday, one if they achieved something monumental (like climbing a mountain) and maybe, if there was a picture left, one showing their walking blisters.
I never took pictures of food – unless it was a birthday cake.
But with digital technology, when you’re on a holiday that includes monuments, children, landscapes and some local customs, the chances are that you are snapping 300 a day with no regard for the consequence – which to me is a hard drive full of pictures and no-one looking at them.
I’m like Sherlock Holmes, having to work out exactly why I took 14 pictures of the same building.
There must have been something important at the time which made it worth it to me.
Don’t get me started on the hundreds that the children have taken on their quests to become the next David Bailey or Annie Liebowitz.
Flowers (millions of them), rocks, trees (roots and leaves), up-close portraits of their noses.
Anyway, I’ve now discovered the delights of ordering prints from the internet and am currently uploading Canada and America, a holiday from more than a year ago.
But you know what would work well? A media file that didn’t even store to my PC, but instead just sent straight to the printer while restricting my spend.
Oh yeah, that’s negatives and film.