You know how your phone periodically sends you a little movie cooked up out of photos from your photo library? There’s even a soundtrack. I find these weirdly compelling, and I always watch them.
One recent film was about my trip to my sister’s in 2016. We were cleaning out family stuff, and one of the images that popped up in the movie was this one, snapped by me from a scrapbook:
My mom! At Auburn University in 1955, where she was studying interior design.
I can’t stop looking at it. Hey, 22-Year-Old Mom! Look at you in your loafers and bobby socks, thinking about brocades with some tweedy dude!
No idea what was going on here, and Mom has been gone so long that it’s just one of those mystery images floating up from the mist.
I have only a handful of pictures of my mom, so this one amounts to maybe 10% of my pictures of her. A treasure. Proof that love of textiles runs deep in the family DNA.
At the moment, I have 56,982 photos in my photo library. So much knitting! So many cats! I know that this problem is common these days, so I’m wondering how you’re all coping with this phenomenon of Too Many Photos. Or not! All ideas welcomed—I’d like to get some kind of strategy working. I mean, seventy years from now somebody’s going to find these, and there’s gotta be some order imposed on this mess.