A combination of bad weather and feeling a little below par meant that I didn’t work today. Instead I sat at home sorting out my photos. Perhaps a little sorry for myself, periodically watching the wind and rain wallop my plants outside.
In the olden days the job of photo-sorting would have entailed sitting on the floor shifting through reams of prints and negatives. We still have storage boxes containing ancient pictures from across the years. Occasionally I will delve into these museums and wonder at my youth and waist size. Not often enough though. It is good to remember.
Nowadays it means sitting at the computer and trawling though virtual files. And blimey, don’t I take a lot of pictures. The increase in shots since the devil digital arrived is not tenfold, but perhaps a thousand fold, or maybe ten thousand fold, and they need to be culled and named and archived. Being the efficient librarian that I am, this job hasn’t been done for two years.
I may be some time.
I spotted these little snails sheltering beneath a fennel leaf. A fragrant umbrella, how sensible.