Nesting strikes us pregnants in different ways, at different times, I think. My version this week has been to triple, yes triple back up my favorite photos from the years past.
It’s one of those jobs that I’ve been putting off for a while; it’s boring, it was low on my priority list, and it nagged me, but not enough to commit hours to it.
Then finally the nesting bug bit hard and I began the digital slog through the weeks, months, and years of our past (nearly) ten years of memories, to make sure our top favorites were in one, always accessible, easy to find space.
I made a strong effort to be very selective in my choices, because I hate the glut. Just the idea of trying to find a specific photo from a chasm of an endless seclection makes my heart quell with a little anxiety. The old method was queue up computer, retrieve external hard drive, plug it in while praying it’s not been corrupted or unintentionally erased, or some other horrible scenario. Pick a year, pick a month, and begin wading through the thousands of selections. All the while wishing you had done it better to begin with and vowing to change as you move forward.
Years 2013-2014 were particularly brutal. It was the year Bea was born and my phone seemed to know no bounds of a delete button. It just snapped, snapped, snapped, recording each fragmented moment and, in the great misfortune, didn’t take the time to sift through them later.
That’s one thing I’ve gleaned from this historical comb, I hope I am a better picture taker as the years go by. Not only in composition, but also in editing, and knowing when to stop with the shutter button. Because 100 photos of the same seated baby does not a good photo shoot make.
Another thing that was impressed upon me was how darling our girls were. I mean, look at them.
I try not to brag on them (superficially at least), too much, but looking back on these photos makes my buttons pop just a little.
And the strange thing too is that I knew they were beautiful, unique, little creatures at the time but somehow, knowing their personality, and composition in full, and seeing glimpses of their futures in their faces, somehow makes these old photos more relevant and beautiful, and treasures worth preserving with utmost care.