However, there is an upside to dusting, beyond making furniture surfaces shiny and dust-mote free. Perusal of photographs, of which I have many. As I'm sure it is for you, each one calls forth a memory, like the one above. 1989, my daughter and I on the carousel at the Miami, Florida zoo. As you can see, she was not a fan of a camera being aimed at her.
The subject of photographs has been foremost in my mind this week because of a scene from The Stolen Chance, one of my fictional works-in-progress. In this scene, the BG (bad guy), is lamenting the loss of all the family photo albums due to the tornado that ripped Joplin, Missouri apart five years ago, May 22. (This lamenting is insincere; he's putting on a solid Oscar-worthy performance for the man he's hired to find his missing wife and son). Anyway, as it did when I first wrote this scene, the editing of it brought on the question of photographs - the actual handheld square and rectangular type - and what profound loss it would be to the person who collected and catalogued them if they were destroyed. If the person was lucky enough to not have their laptop or SmartPhone also destroyed, then they at least had whatever photos had been saved on those devices.
Let's say this is a photo of your great-great-grandparents. What a shame it would be to lose this image of such restrained...jubilance. When I see photos like this a couple questions come to mind:
~ In this era, was it the universal law of photography not to smile?
~ What prompt did photographers use? "Say Lemons!"
~ And where did the "Say Cheese!" that's so common now come from?
I own several photo albums and hundreds of loose photos arranged by dates and kept in a dilapidated box. They're kept together for convenience as well as - and this will sound morose but really it's just me being practical and forethoughtful - easy rescue in case an act of nature or stupidity on my part forces me out of the house. Told you it's a little morose, but sometimes you just have to think about things you'd rather not. Now, if all these photos were saved in my SmartPhone then retrieval would be simpler and not the burdensome armful that photo albums and framed photos would be. But I guess it's the sentimentalist or touch of the I-prefer-the-old-ways in me. Swiping a finger across the phone's face to get to The Gallery and all the stored images doesn't make me and my heart smile as much as holding the photo and reading the details of it on the backside.