Is there anything that makes you want to jump off a cliff more often than having to download a whole new and diverse batch of photos and then try to conjure up yet another logical way of integrating them into your existing collection?
To quote a librarian,:
“You have created your own personal hell.”
“Good luck.”
Such a reassuring observation coming from a professional curator inspired me to accept that the jumble is unavoidable and therefore I can re-shelf my imaginary prozac and confidently press “save” and send my images into two-terabyte void.
Apparently a subjective and ever-changing filing system is normal. Thanks to her, this haphazard selection of funny images can now legitamaly occupy the same space.
Miraculously though, I have also stumbled upon that picture of a 1972 Sunbeam convertible that I scanned about two years ago. I promised to send it off as soon as I found it again but now I’ve forgotten who to send it to.
