Some would be shocked at the things I trash, sell or take to Goodwill. A few days ago I came across some photos I shot over 15 years ago. I tossed them in the recycle bin. I thought for a split second about buying albums and keeping them. Then I realized I’d have to dust the albums at some point.
Shock usually comes with a noise. What you hear is “…Oh no,” followed by some sloppy, oft-repeated rationale for keeping this or that. This usually comes from someone who isn’t responsible for cleaning or maintaining whatever it is. I’m not going to ask someone to come clean something I don’t want to have to clean. If I’m not using it, out it goes.
In looking through them, as I was scattering them on the floor for this photo, I remembered shooting them. Most of them are bracketed shots of the same thing as I was trying to get a better exposure. I still do that, but I don’t pay anyone for prints anymore. I threw out all the photos, except one, the negatives and little plastic sleeve holders. I kept the one in the center because it’s one of my favorites and I still have the negatives from it. As far as the rest, if I make my way back to Southern California, Yosemite, Kings Canyon, Sequoia, Shenandoah, Big Bend or any other National Park, I’ll try shooting something similar.
Photographers make a lot of photos over the years and fill up a lot of albums or other storage containers. If I’m not going to keep around a huge library of books, I’m certainly not going to do it for picture albums.