and ramblings on everything in between
I just transferred 13,000 photos from the past 8 years to a new computer. There is no need for that nonsense. That is way, way, WAY too many photos.
The problem is I love to take them. And I’m convinced that someday, someone is going to want to see them. Wrong. My vision of showing them to grandkids will probably never become a reality.
I’ve only seen a handful of pictures from my mother’s childhood – a few from when she was a baby (because I asked my grandma for them for a project) and her senior portrait (because it has sat on my great-grandma’s TV stand for the past 35 years). That’s it.
Like I said, the grandchildren won’t be bombarding me for trips down memory lane with useless USB sticks in 50 years.
So 2016 is the year I start taking less photos. I’m going to put my phone down, be in the moment, and remind myself that good storytelling can paint a vivid (enough) picture for others to enjoy. The Minimalists share why they’ve even stopped taking photos on vacation. I don’t know if I can pull the plug on that one completely – but I’ll try to keep it below 100 from here on out. 😉