A brave new horizon
I’ve got an unfortunate habit of taking zillions of pictures. This used to cause my parents great consternation, since I got my first camera back in the day of film. With a little hindsight, I now realize that they must have made a few sacrifices to feed my habit. This may explain why I never saw an Aston Martin in the driveway, but rather why they could only afford a beat up Gremlin. Mom, Dad, so sorry. If only I knew.
On the other hand, now that digital has risen to take up an omnipresent place in our lives, knocking the likes of Kodak from their vaunted position on top of the photographic world, I tend to take more pictures than I ever have the ability to go through. I’ve cycled through the photo count on a few of my cameras now, so the file names have stared duplicating on occasion, making the tracking down of images a little more complicated than it should be. If I were properly disciplined, I should erase the bad pictures in camera and only keep the cream of the crop. However, I’ve found that a few of my bad photos serve as good backdrops for other art projects, so I guess I’m still coming up with solid rationalization for my pixel hoarding habit.
A short while after starting this blog, I opened a deviantArt account to store a few pictures that I could link into as needed. I never got around to placing more than a single picture on the site. My wife happened upon it a few days ago and poked fun at me.
Don’t let my brilliance dazzle you.
“You’re wasting space.” She sternly announced. It’s not like the few megabytes that the image takes up on the deviantArt server are taking up much physical space. She just seemed somehow put off by the vacuum I had created in cyberspace by not adding anything more to accompany such a lonely image.
In response, I decided to go through some of the thousands of pictures I’ve taken over the years, and have started the process of uploading them to the site. Thankfully, the process on the server’s side is smooth and relatively painless. Unfortunately, my ancient (well, not so much, but it’s pushing past seven years) iMac is starting to feel the burden of its increasingly-full storage. I’ve taken the precaution of backing up my most precious files on external drives, which also slows things down, since I’m now having to stomp all of that data through these tiny little cables (that’s how it works, doesn’t it?) and then usher it out of my home which is inconveniently located at the very end of a high speed network connection. If the bandwidth reaches too high, my connection is knocked out of action as the pipeline tries to gulp for air. When it’s done catching its breath a few minutes later, the process continues.
All this to say that I’m now sprawling out on the internet. I hope I don’t make it look like an overfull coffee table from which no one wants to pry away a jelly doughnut-stained photo book.