Last weekend K and I went through our myriad boxes and envelopes of photographs. It’s kind of astounding how profoundly photography has changed in the last 15 years. Remember when you had to wait a few days for your film to be developed?? Opening a photo packet felt like opening a present but usually meant a lot of disappointing images, peppered with one, or two, or three good ones. It’s funny though, now that I’m used to looking at digital images, even the bad photos were interesting to look at, with beautiful soft textures and colors that pixels on a screen can’t replicate.
Sorting through the piles, images with a certain moodiness, a mystery caught my attention. Maybe it’s that years later, they’ve been somewhat disconnected from their original context. K went through a photography phase, and some of my favorites were his. I wish he had kept up with it, he had a great eye.
We ended up throwing away hundreds of duplicates, snaps of people I don’t remember anymore, badly composed or exposed photos. Still, I think I’m going to look through our digital files, pick my favorites and have them printed.