I’m not a picture taker. I wish I was. Lots of my friends are good picture takers. They never forget their phone is a fully loaded camera/camcorder and will whip the device out with dramatic flourish every time a photo op presents itself.
Me? I’m too rooted in the moment to remember I even have a phone.
I cannot tell you how many times I’ve come home from Girls Night Out and groaned when I realized how many fun pictures I missed in the course of the evening. I end up being that annoying friend who calls waaaay to early the next morning saying, “Hey, can you text me that picture of when so-and-so went Gangham Style with the man in the muscle shirt?” (Ok. So, none of my friends have ever moved in any fashion close to Gangham Style, but it sure put a funny picture in your head didn’t it?)
Take for instance the Nickelback concert I went to last June. I’d looked forward to that show for a full year. Even schlepped out freakish amounts of money for what turned out to be great seats.
How am I remembering the concert today? My rapidly deteriorating, middle-aged memory. Yeah…there’s a solid vault of information for you. <Scoffs> And the Vodka Tonic haze wrapped around those recollections doesn’t help.
(What a minute. Maybe not having pictures to document that night isn’t such a bad thing after all.)
The point is, I want to be better about snapping pictures. I mean, for cryin’ out loud, it’s WAY easier to take, store and retrieve them these days. We don’t have to buy the old fashioned film, load it and then take it in to be developed anymore. We don’t have to store the prints in scrapbooks that end up in fifty-ton boxes every time you move.
Memory is cheap! Digital is easy. So, why the heck can’t I remember to snap more shots?
What about you? Are you a picture taker? Or do you rely on the foresight of your photo-snapping friends to remind you of good times? If so, what do you do with all those pictures once you take them? Do you store them away in some special space? Or do you cull the random shots and keep only the very best? How often do you look back at them? And how do those trips down memory lane make you feel? How do the pics compare to the way you remember things?
Just curious if I’m the odd woman out on this particular deficiency.