Recently lost a family photo album... found just one page out of it with some of those old pics I used to see all the time. How do I feel about that, terrible honestly. I never thought those photos would be gone. I love photos, love photography, love films. A word of warning is all I can impart. Do save those photos of your childhood. Cherish them. Take photos every day you wake, video every day. I see dudes going nuts on facebook taking photos and videos like every second. I can't look down on that having lost a photo album at this point and NEVER getting those images from my childhood back.
Lesson learned. It hurts. I'll never get over this, the fact that I'll never be able to see that old photo again... it's in my head but that's all...
I think I lost my dad's old airforce photo too. That REALLY hurts me. I didn't want to lose that. It's not totally lost though. I mean, if his squadron has copies of that photos, it's gonna be around somewhere. But damn, not fun to have lost history in any capacity whatsoever.
I think about the overarching reason for saving photos. Is there a point. We're all going to die off and leave them behind. Ultimately they won't matter in the grand scope of the demise of this planet.
A part of me intellectually reasons, life goes on, even with the loss of some history. Life goes on, then it abruptly doesn't as indeed our planet will cease to exist, our history will cease to exist.
I don't know... maybe it doesn't matter to keep old photos or even care about making them and storing them. What's the point. We're on a sinking ship. It's like if you took a badass family photo as the titanic was sinking. Yeah, good job.
I don't know... all I know is that it hurts to lose your past...
Saturday, September 3, 2016
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