Hazel was born before digital cameras. And because she was the firstborn we took thousands of pictures of her. And because when you dropped off your film for developing there was often that little box or special offer where you could get doubles and even triples for 99¢, we now have boxes and boxes and boxes of pictures. Add that to the albums and albums and the photo boxes and the framed photos. I'm drowning in a sea of high quality glossy paper.
And I swear they get together and procreate. I've run across the exact same photo in four different boxes and two different albums. Whores - all of 'em.
Then there is the boxes and albums of pre-baby pictures. Those wild NY nights where it seemed like a perfectly sane idea to snap candids of office mates at the happy hour turned late night turned ugly. I've already thrown away almost every picture of people who have once again become strangers to me.
I keep going through boxes and culling them down but seriously there are so many it is making my head spin.
Oh, and I have a bag (a whole bag) of those disposable cameras that I have never gotten developed.
I wish someone would have taught that Kodak to keep her shutter closed.