I was just flicking through some pages on flickr (an appropriate verb, eh) and realised that we-in a generation sense-are not passing shoe boxes of photos on to our children, grandchildren, or treasured friends. We’ve got flickr pages and iPhoto libraries, whereas our parents and parent’s parents had fewer but more precious photos of the lives they lived. The death of patina-tinted card stock prints in sepia or cracked silver tones is upon us. Even the rosy or golden-hued 110 film prints of my own youth are the last of their kind.
When we pass on our treasured memories, will they be merely emailed URLs from which our loved ones will download images, process in Photoshop to meet their desired output or decorating tastes, and then click away from in favour of some shopping at Amazon? When a URL expires, does the memory of us expire too? Will you un-Bookmark me when I’m gone?
With the cheap and ready convenience of digital cameras, have we so flooded our lives with computer images that no one will carry precious photos in lockets anymore or use quaint photo corners in black-paged albums. We have more photos but less to pass on. Should we start saving money so that designated individuals or companies can keep our websites up for perpetuity just as graves or monuments can be looked after through special financial arrangements?
Have we replaced wallet photos with mobile phone background images?
I think I’m feeling nostalgic and decidedly analogue this evening.