Easter was dull, dreary, cool and rainy, unlike whatever we've been experienced so far this Spring. It was a perfect day to spend collecting my digital assets (remember when they used to be called “negatives?”) to establish my master data base for the kick off of today’s Blog 4.0. (My first blog was a Lightroom gallery on my web site, second was the white on black version, the third is the current iteration and today’s blog is the fourth generation.) I hope to have all the large images inserted in the blogs by July 4, 2016. There are several things I have discovered so far while updating the photographs for this blog.
One: scanned prints are the curse of the devil himself. How did we put up with such nonsense only a few short years ago? For those that think the good old days were good, your memory is clouded. There are a number of images I used in the blog that were from the Fifty Project. I may have to go back and scan them again to get a higher resolution image. I’m not really thrilled about that.
Two: Remember how we used to back up stuff on CDs? Well, those files are getting copied back to my hard drives. Hard drives used to be small and expensive. Relatively speaking, they are large and inexpensive.
Three: Those early digital files were really small. I find a file and wonder, “Where’s the high res version?” Then I see that it is a RAW file and remember there isn’t one.
And finally, here’s something that surprised me.
I went looking for photographs. I wound up finding memories.
Friends caught smiling in the shade of the Alkabo School one afternoon. Snapshots of my daughter and her Grandfather wearing fezzes in the living room of his home in Montana. A "gunfight" in front of the Irma Hotel in Cody, Wyoming. And there are more. If there is anything that will slow down me finding the original images I used for the blogs it will be me finding memories that are certainly better than the drudgery of recovering images to populate this blog. Part of me wants to get this search for images done quickly so I can move on to the next project but part of me wants to stop and savor the memories I thought I forgot. Who knows, maybe I will find some memories to blog about.
Photography is an odd, but wonderful thing, is it not?