Let me guess . . . you take hundreds, maybe thousands, of photos every year. Your kids, your friends, your life . . . and they sit and sit and sit . . . on your hard drive, on your laptop, in your phone. Your kids, who aren’t on FaceBook (trust me, they aren’t, even if they’re teenagers!), think that photos are this thing that whizzes by, to be looked at one moment, forgotten the next. They might pick up an old album from your childhood and wonder where their albums are.
I know this because I live it. I know this because I hear it. I know this because I have been hired by some of you to help you fix it!
It’s just hard, managing gigabyte upon terabyte of data, otherwise known as your memories. This summer I vowed to make an album. To sort through just this short ten weeks of summer break, edit and organize, assemble an album and ORDER it for Pete’s sake! Because we don’t have any family albums. There are no tangible memories to look through, dang it!
I did okay, at first. Sadly, after 4 days of ignoring my actual job, I gave up. I just don’t have time right now. Yet . . . I refused to let go of my vision. My vision of my kids looking through the photos from this summer, maybe on a cold winter day, or maybe two years from now, sitting on the sofa together, remembering. So, I hatched a brilliantly simple plan. Just print them already!
So simple. So obvious. So not what I’ve done since 2005 when I picked up my first DigitalSLR.
I did it. I grabbed 150 photos from this summer, I ordered prints, I bought cute boxes to toss them in, willy-nilly style, because why pretend they’ll stay organized when i know they won’t.
I got her done.
Now, your turn! Just do it. Print those babies so your babies will be able to look back and realize that photos are meant to be enjoyed, touched, loved, remembered. They belong in real life! I bought the boxes off Amazon and you can get adorable 4×5 prints like this from Mpix, the consumer lab of my professional one.