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squeefulfishI started watching Black Books earlier this evening, planning on having a glass or two of splishy splashy along the way. Got distracted with pleasant thoughts on friendship and old loves and so hunted out the big bag of photos that I've been meaning to sort through for a while.
I love photographs. Proper, hold in the hand, pass around the room photos. Things you can hold and smell. I love the smell of new film, that whiff of potential when I open the cannister and start fiddling round with sprockets. It's been far too long since I took any proper photos, normally nabbing a digital point n shoot these days.
The big bag of photos also has a few letters in there, old Valentine's cards (I can do commercialised and soppy At The Same Time!), a terribly discoloured pressed orchid from my debs and a student card from 97/98. Holy crap, is that what my natural hair colour is? I've been dying it pretty much constantly since then, apart from the year of growing out the black when I bore more than a passing resemblance to a Duracell battery.
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cartographer from the week we met in 94, photos of Christoff from 95-96, William being cute n adorable from 96-98, J in Egypt onna camel, me in Kyoto eating sparrow-onna-stick, the invitation to the wedding of the first boy I kissed who's now the closest thing I have to a big brother. Photos of those who are family in the more usual sense, as well as those dearest to me. Niamh being big and brave on a slide. Martha waving an onion about that she grew in school. Dad's 50th. Mum on her first day back at work. Martha's first day at school. A letter she wrote to me while I was living in Rugby. "The cow is praity." Unfortunately her spelling hasn't improved much over the years.
But I've feck all from the last 5 years. No physical photos of Emma, nor any of the many people who have become so important to me in the last five years or so. This has to change. So I took down my ancient SLR which is probably older than me and gave it a dusting off. After nearly 15 years with me it could probably do with a service, so that's the plan for the next while. And then, photos. Proper ones. That I can hold in my hand and put in an album.
Of course, this also leaves me with 1000+ photos I'll need to scan in order to share with anyone who isn't in the same room as me, but that's a project for another time.
I love photographs. Proper, hold in the hand, pass around the room photos. Things you can hold and smell. I love the smell of new film, that whiff of potential when I open the cannister and start fiddling round with sprockets. It's been far too long since I took any proper photos, normally nabbing a digital point n shoot these days.
The big bag of photos also has a few letters in there, old Valentine's cards (I can do commercialised and soppy At The Same Time!), a terribly discoloured pressed orchid from my debs and a student card from 97/98. Holy crap, is that what my natural hair colour is? I've been dying it pretty much constantly since then, apart from the year of growing out the black when I bore more than a passing resemblance to a Duracell battery.
I've a photo of
cartographer from the week we met in 94, photos of Christoff from 95-96, William being cute n adorable from 96-98, J in Egypt onna camel, me in Kyoto eating sparrow-onna-stick, the invitation to the wedding of the first boy I kissed who's now the closest thing I have to a big brother. Photos of those who are family in the more usual sense, as well as those dearest to me. Niamh being big and brave on a slide. Martha waving an onion about that she grew in school. Dad's 50th. Mum on her first day back at work. Martha's first day at school. A letter she wrote to me while I was living in Rugby. "The cow is praity." Unfortunately her spelling hasn't improved much over the years.But I've feck all from the last 5 years. No physical photos of Emma, nor any of the many people who have become so important to me in the last five years or so. This has to change. So I took down my ancient SLR which is probably older than me and gave it a dusting off. After nearly 15 years with me it could probably do with a service, so that's the plan for the next while. And then, photos. Proper ones. That I can hold in my hand and put in an album.
Of course, this also leaves me with 1000+ photos I'll need to scan in order to share with anyone who isn't in the same room as me, but that's a project for another time.
