As I have been sorting and sifting through our stuff one thing has become very clear. We have too many pictures. I have uncovered boxes and boxes of loose photos, photos in frames, photos of people I don't know, and photos of people I wish I didn't know. (Just kidding about that last one.) Some of these pictures are interesting bits of family history, and worth keeping a record of. For instance, this is my great, great, great (keep going a few more generations) grandmother, who was a Chippewa Native American.
Some of the pictures I have come across are gems, like this one of my dad with Karsten and Kellen. This is one of my all-time favourite pictures of the three of them.
Some discoveries are less than pleasant. There's not much I can say about this next one, other than it is amazing I'm not emotionally scarred. The 1960s were a scary time.
Of course all of these were taken in the Dark Ages Before Digital. I have come up with a solution that fits in with my theme of downsizing. This weekend when Rebekah and Anton come up, Rebekah is bringing her camera and skills, and she has promised to take pictures of all the photos I want to save. I will then load them onto my computer, and the physical copies are going into the garbage. Her "pictures of our pictures" will be much better than these poor examples in this blog post, which were taken with my iPhone. In fact, they should be pretty close to the originals. And much more space efficient.
"It is possible to own too much. A man with one watch knows what time it is; a man with two watches is never quite sure. "