Recently, I have been in a cleaning, organizing mood. Make that an ULTRA cleaning and organizing mood! It might be because the Summer has been full and I know that October is a manic crazy month and I have little time between now and then to do personal stuff. I don’t know.
Anyhow, I was even doing some organizing of the digital photos on my computer and ran across some I’ve taken over the past couple of years that are all….. well….. I guess they were test shots. We all have these kinds of photos. Sometimes it’s the accidental photo that we didn’t realize we were taking and then… Bam! goes the flash. For me, they are often the ones I’ve taken while I was trying to shoot something else or preparing to go out and photograph something else entirely and took these as prepshots. Things to check the settings, etc.
I used to have a whole set of photos of the mailbox at my mom’s house. I’m sure they are still around here somewhere. That was back in the days of print film. Over the years, that seemed to be the default photo for testing out the settings or making sure the film had caught before shooting a whole roll of absolutely wasted time.
I worked in the photo industry for about eight years which is why I know that people always do this, especially back in the days of film, but now, too. Most of the time, we just delete these pictures now that we can. Maybe we shouldn’t. Maybe they’re worth looking at later on; reflecting on them much later when we go back through the pictures and there they are. Waiting for us. Like little treasures, telling us something about ourselves that we didn’t even realize at the time.
They are interesting images. Real moments in time that were sort of intentional and sort of not. A sleeping cat, tree branch and flower. None of them great but all of them a snap of my life. I think I will keep these images and I wonder what it would be like if we all kept those little accidental photos. It would be interesting to see what our lives look like when we aren’t photographing them on purpose.
More photos–most of which are better (I hope) are here at Mental Scrapbook.