Time – He’s waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me boys

I have been spending some time moving photos to the iMAC where they can be properly backed up. We have accumulated over 15,000 photos in 9-years and I am not done yet. The work is tedious as it involves copying directories from various machines to storage sticks and then uploading them into iPhoto on the iMAC. Of course, there are many duplicates and things are all mixed up so de-duping is the next step and then organizing into albums that make sense could take me the rest of my life.

Back in Houston, there are thousands of photos somewhere documenting the first 46-years of my life. I have a handful of those here but would dearly like to know that they aren’t rotting in a box somewhere in storage or even worse, discarded like so much trash. I guess, because of the number of devices capable of taking photos, the number of photos we take is increasing more or less exponentially. My entire 6-year student career probably produced 200 photos printed on paper and stored in those envelopes. The last 6-years has probably produced 10,000 photos and short videos. Many extremely precious.


Going through photos is interesting. Events that seem like they happened yesterday turn out to have taken place 8-years ago? Where did the time go? Do I have enough left to waste sat here trying to organize the photos or even look at them? Right now, if I looked at every photo on my iMAC for just 5 seconds it would take 1.2 whole days!

The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain,
and many other last names
I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think
“Oh God I’m still alive”

(Time lyrics copyright David Bowie)

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