To have and to hoard until cull do us part…

A trip into the

travels of your past can free

your mind and cupboards

I have a bit more space now thanks to my decluttering drive over the last few days but I’m not finished yet (groan).

This weekend, I moved on to my photos.  Mostly my travel photos as I have more of them than any other category of photos.   In more recent years, all my photos – travel or otherwise – have gone straight from my digital camera or phone to my computer (all my Japan pictures for example but pictures from other places too) but I still had tons of photos -about 7 full albums – with copies elsewhere –  from about 7 or 8 years of pre-digital camera travel.    So I’ve had some work cutting the number of those down.    Most of them are bloody copies or places that look similar to other places, in the same country, or of things that are really of no relevance to me and weren’t at that time either (e.g. not being Buddhist why did I take sooo many photos of different temples, inside and out?  Many look the same).  I haven’t always marked the back of them or the photo album comment spaces with the name of the place.  I’ve got most of them culled and may do a bit more culling of the ‘finalists’ as I call the ones that escaped the main cull tomorrow (just to get it over with).

It has been a bit of a trip and a relaxing one at that looking at my old travel photos after so long so why fuss over minor details such as where exactly somewhere is as long as you know which country you were in (don’t laugh, countries in South East Asia for example have similar cultures and architecture, eg. temples, and so on, as do various places in Mediterranean Europe).   That’s why people shots are better than location shots as you might have a story of why you took that picture of yourself or your travel buddies at that particular spot and who you met in what place also helps you remember better.   I’m still amazed at how many shots I took of the same thing! Developing pictures could cost quite a bit. Not that most people have to worry about that any more but when I was taking these pictures I wish I had had someone looking over my shoulder saying ‘ok one maybe two’s enough of this, move on!’ or ‘Are you really going to be happy you took that picture? Think of the cost and the clutter!’.   I’m also regretting the invention of photo albums, not that anyone made me buy them. Photo albums are somewhat over-rated I think or for things like this at least.  Weddings? Sure if just a small one as most family members will send you digital copies anyway of their photos of your wedding.  Family shots? Of course, posed or not.  Probably small too as like the wedding situation, you can be sent pictures others have taken for you.  Otherwise, for an individual it takes time and effort and if you want to reorganise an album it’s a lot of hassle.  I have every single ‘finalist’ marked on the back now with place and year (or maybe a comment of some type) and might just put the whole load into plastic ring binder sheets and put them in a box somewhere.

Digital cameras but even more so smartphones are definitely a gift to the world in terms of photo taking in this regard wouldn’t you say?    On the other hand they can be used for evil as well.   People taking pictures of strangers and posting them on the web, fat-shaming them or skinny-shaming them or shaming them based on other aspects of their looks.   Teenagers bullying each other on social media posting certain photos using certain apps. I’m glad I’m not a teenager in this day and age but adults with nothing better to do with their lives can be just as cruel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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