I have a lot of photos that I never put into albums, so I spent this entire evening after dinner just organizing them. I had batches mixed in with other batches and I was trying to match up photos again (based on when they were taken, etc.) I didn’t get around to putting many in the albums I bought a few days ago, I’ll probably get to that tomorrow.

I found some pictures wedged in between others, and some of them really got me nostalgic. Friends who don’t write anymore, etc. Girls I used to like. Sappy James….

I thought about how I’ll be keeping these. Fifty years from now I’ll have everything archived somehow. I know it sounds premature but imagine looking back at all these photos you took. It’s even stranger now with digital cameras. I thought about it the other day after buying the photo albums…. In the course of our lifetime we’ll somehow have to transfer pictures from one storage medium to another if we want to push them into the next generation.

Even though I’ve used a few digital cameras, friends or otherwise, I still like the touch of a real print. There’s a certain warmth to it that seems more real than staring at a monitor.

Other photos I dug out had writing on the backs, phone numbers or wishes of a great future, etc. etc. I didn’t want to think about it too much, about how I miss all the people in the pictures.

Of course, there are still empty slots in my albums.