March of time

Fifteen years separates us from this old picture. 

Gone are those quaint old fashioned wind up cameras with amusing cassettes of slide film. 

Gone are the hard decisions about picture taking, the fear of loading the wrong film, the worry about setting the wrong exposure.

Somehow the pictures turned out OK in the end. The grain, the scratches and the dirt were all part of the experience. 

We hold in our memories those pictures we didn't get because the film ran out. We treasure the few pictures we did take.

Now we take billions of meaningless images, and consign them to hard drives unexamined and unloved. Because we can.


Comments

  1. Excellent post. Quite right. And when those hard drives become unreadable, there will be no legacy and no one to treasure the memories. Progress, I guess.

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