This is how I got started doing what I love, organising precious memories for people to enjoy all over again.
I was drowning in digital photographs long BEFORE I got an iPhone, but now I’m buried in them. They exist on my computer, on my phone, on portable hard drives (yes plural), on the Time Capsule, and now, of course, ON THE CLOUD (wherever the fuck that is). Now when I stare at clouds, waiting for them to morph into unicorns and amorphous hearts, I half expect to see my pictures from our family vacation to Mexico.
I’m making myself sound older than I am. I am completely computer proficient; I just exist in a perfection-driven paralysis which prevents me from efficiently organizing – or doing anything – with these photos. Perusing through these digital memories is spectacular: the road trip to Seattle and Portland, my daughter’s first recital, my son’s graduation from elementary school, our wedding! Only I don’t get to flip through the pictures, spread out through my…
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