Is it makes you really question which photos are truly necessary in your collection. After all, there is only so much space to give.
Anyway, I discovered the majority of my photos were from my family from my trip in January to go to my Grandmommy's funeral. And many of them are mediocre snapshots. Some have an eerie quality, like the one of a woman poking out her neck at a bizarre, Quasimodo-like angle at my Grandaddy. Either Charles or Sandy must have a real knack for capturing those moments because a couple shots later, there's my mom with her neck stuck out flat like that.
Now, I also have a ridiculous amount of pictures from Oona, an actual photographer, from when I jumped off the Olalla bridge two New Years' ago. She's got a five-frames-a-second dealy with special SLR lenses and the whole shebang. She has an excuse. My family, however, just has too much memory on thier chip to be selective. I come from a genetic pool of information sluts. I will have to reconsider the purchase of an entire gig of SD memory card.
Or maybe not. Who cares. CDs are cheap. Digital is disposable.
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