Kodachrome
I'm messing around with photos today, having only just realized that when I download photos I can also delete them from the camera. (All the little geeks say, "Duh"). Time to organize them into the folders on the server.
What I really need to do, though, is think about how to keep these photos. They can't live on the computer forever. Some day there will be a great grandchild who's going to want to see what the old folks looked like back in the day and The Child will have nothing to offer them. I pretty much stopped making photo albums when we got the digital camera. I'm not a scrapbook-y crafty kind of gal but it seems reasonable to create a record, something substantive that one can take down from a shelf and look at over the head of a fascinated child.
When I was a kid someone uncovered a couple glass negatives of photos taken of the Scottish branch of the family tree. We all have copies of these serious looking folks in their severe black clothing. I can't tell you the whole story of this clan (my Oregon sister is the keeper of that flame) but I have these photographic documents to wonder at and scan for familiar genetic manifestations. I can look at it and think, "These are my people". We have some photos of The Spouse's ancestors as well, including one of his great grands and his baby grandmother in front of a sod house in Minnesota. Very "Little House on the Prairie". I'm not going to crazy here but it occurs that I might do a better job of collecting and recording the family story for future generations, something slightly more accessible than a bunch of digital files on disks, that is.
I'll add that to my list of things to do before The Child leaves home.
Meanwhile, remember, the Mother and Child who together karaoke are forever hunkadorky:
Hit me, baby, one more time.
What I really need to do, though, is think about how to keep these photos. They can't live on the computer forever. Some day there will be a great grandchild who's going to want to see what the old folks looked like back in the day and The Child will have nothing to offer them. I pretty much stopped making photo albums when we got the digital camera. I'm not a scrapbook-y crafty kind of gal but it seems reasonable to create a record, something substantive that one can take down from a shelf and look at over the head of a fascinated child.
When I was a kid someone uncovered a couple glass negatives of photos taken of the Scottish branch of the family tree. We all have copies of these serious looking folks in their severe black clothing. I can't tell you the whole story of this clan (my Oregon sister is the keeper of that flame) but I have these photographic documents to wonder at and scan for familiar genetic manifestations. I can look at it and think, "These are my people". We have some photos of The Spouse's ancestors as well, including one of his great grands and his baby grandmother in front of a sod house in Minnesota. Very "Little House on the Prairie". I'm not going to crazy here but it occurs that I might do a better job of collecting and recording the family story for future generations, something slightly more accessible than a bunch of digital files on disks, that is.
I'll add that to my list of things to do before The Child leaves home.
Meanwhile, remember, the Mother and Child who together karaoke are forever hunkadorky:
Hit me, baby, one more time.
cobbled together by Moi at 10:13 AM
14 Comments:
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Lovely post honey.
I bet you're actally singing "Born to be Wild"
Now that's quality time with the kid.
You can take the sd card (or whatever external memory your camera uses) out of your camera if you've splurged on one and take it to Wal-Mart or someplace similar and have the digital photos made into paper photos for about 35 cents a piece (but it sorta defeats the purpose of digital unless you only have your favorite ones printed).
Right now I keep all of mine on Cds and hard drives.
Iwanski, Either that or Stairway to Heaven. It's so hard to remember.
Pat, See all you have to look forward to? It just gets better and better. (Really. Mostly.)
Grish, You used the W word on my blog. Shame, shame! Remember, The Spouse works for Costco. We don't do the W thing. (And yeah, I've printed photos from that card before...it's just the whole remembering to bother thing that holds up the whole scrapbook thing).
Oh. And thanks, honey. You're so supportive.
I have a request: please perform the Elephant Medley from Moulin Rouge - in full costume. Thank you.
JA: Oh. My. Lord. Are you kidding? Whenever we watch the movie we get up and act it out. Too much fun!
I am in the midst of a huge photo project myself, a labor of love. My grandfather died and I have taken it upon myself to scan the entirety of my families slide history onto the computer. I have completed 245 and only have several thousand more to go encompasing the lives of my grandparents, seven children and thier multiple spouses, 31 grandchildren and spouses from the years 1958 to 1988. Picasa2 is saving me - a tip written on a slip of paper by the angel guy who sold my my scanner at Staples. Free download to organize your photos. Then you can put them onto discs. Good Luck!
Gosh, I'm telling you Lorraine... I think that is about the sweetest picture I've ever seen...
I agree with Amy, you two are so perfect.
Nicole, angel, you know better than to use THAT word.
Oh yeah, and by the way, how is it you have two microphones, WITH STANDS, in your house?
Nicole: You remember our friend Ree? She's the Karaoke Queen...she owns a whole set up and brings it to a couple parties a year. It's all about who you know.
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