Aaaand I’m done with the first photo album. One hundred and thirty one pictures.
131.
Every single one tediously cropped out.
But at least I finished one album, my goal is to do one album a day until they are all done.
Right now, this seems more a fantasy than an actual plan:
I want to post them all on my Flickr account, but no high-speed. I need to:
a) mod my Mac Mini into my car and drive over to RayJen’s (easy, except for I don’t have an LCD)
b) wait until Sacramento to upload all these pics.
Hmm…I could put them on a CD and upload them at the library, possibly. Hmm.
I’m scanning them all in as 600 dpi TIFFs, so I could make enlargements if I wanted to. A lot of them are covered in dust and such which would require a lot of Photoshopping to fix. However, I can fix them, so it’s worth saving them now before they get all moldified in my dad’s closet.
Well, I’m going to kick back and watch some Aqua Teen Hungerforce while I regain my strength. before I go, here are a few choice photos from the first photo album:
My dad.
My dad’s sister, Ann. She died of cancer when her son Michael was only a little boy. Ann was also a Buddhist. “She was a nice lady,” my mom told me today, “but she chanted a lot.”
Meticulously archiving all these dead people seems like it might be an ultimately pointless struggle. What do you think?