It's About Pictures

I haven't posted much since I got back from New Orleans, mainly because I've been working up the Sugar Bowl journal / photo gallery page. That will be up soon.

The other big time consumer has been organizing my physical photo albums. I have totally inherited my mother's love of photography; it's a fact I've realized since my junior or senior year in high school. On Saturday, mom and I had to do some re-arranging of shelves so I could put some of my old textbooks in my room here, in some space where she'd already put a lot of old family albums. I took over moving them to the other room about halfway through the operation, which was a bad idea. I couldn't resist the urge to crack one open every time I took an armful down off the shelf, to sneak a peek at the memories inside. That's one of the things photographs do, after all - store memories on a little piece of 4 X 6 paper, serving as a Rolodex for your childhood.

What could have taken maybe ten minutes stretched on for nearly an hour as I saw faces from childhood up through high school that I'd very nearly forgotten about. After the albums were stashed and my books were put away, it was a natural next step to start digging into my old yearbooks and that senior year memory book everybody gets where you write in the latest fashions and how much a gallon of milk cost when you graduated. I never finished mine, but what I did write was truly hilarious - sometimes on purpose. This nostalgia spilled over into my college albums, which I finally attempted to label and sort chronologically so I won't have to take so long tracking something down the next time I want to. It's photography geekery.

I know I have a lot of pictures up digitally, and that's great, but I also am the type of guy that likes to have an actual print of most of the pictures I take. If you know me very well, you know that I take a LOT of pictures, which equals a lot of prints ... and a lot of time spent putting them all together. It's worth the cost and effort to me, but I'm starting to question my sanity in all of this. Nostalgia has gotten the best of me. I've got a photography fevuh. It's like an addiction - when I get extra money, I spend it on pictures! What has science DOOOOONE?

Well, you don't have to worry, kiddos, because I'm not about to steal my niece's stash of money to go buy film. I'm still pretty stable in that department. And now that the albums are done, I think the fevuh will subside.

Until it's time to tackle my online stuff. Watch out!