While going through some storage boxes under my bed (a favorite thing to do on federal holidays – along with weeding out my sock drawer and closets, and shaving my legs), I came across a very small stack of old, pre-digital camera photographs. This got me thinking as to why I have like 8,000 photos from the past five years and about six photos from the previous 28.
The answer is simple: it’s the delete button!
In the age of the Kodak Easy Share and the Samsung whatever, we have options. When a photo looks like shit – we get rid of it. No money is wasted on film or prints. Gone are the days where you had to drop your 110 film into that weird receptacle at the supermarket and hope for the best (after sealing the self-stick envelope and marking the “doubles” checkbox, of course). Today, we just click, download, and move to the recycle bin if our eyes are half-closed and our chins make us look like one of those dancing snots from the Mucinex commercial.
But it does bother me that years of my life are completely missing from any photo album. Were my pictures that shitty? Eh, who knows. I can’t “undo delete” from 20+ years ago…so I guess it really doesn’t matter.