Just as my parents’ generation get nostalgic when they see black and white photographs and I am fonder of seeing old photos with their colors faded than I am of those with the glossy matte finish, will the next generation grow weepy eyed from seeing any photograph at all?
More photographs are being snapped today than at any time in human history. If the Native Americans were correct with their philosophies about cameras, we are all now soulless.
But less and less of these photographs ever get developed. They remain digital storage to be transferred on to Facebook and e-mailed in a Kodak e-gallery where we are invited to look at the pics, but will digital mementos ever be stumbled upon like a box of dusty photographs?
I suppose you might be cleaning out your e-mail inbox or computer hard drive as you would a closet, but are the odds good that will inspire you to reexamine your past?
Just as it no longer requires a special occasion to bring out your camera, it will require that much more initiative to relive your trip to the mall on a summer Tuesday. Not that an ordinary day captures the past eras any less than a wedding or birthday party.
Alright, I admit it. I’m just bitter that with the instant gratification of digital photography, pranksters can no longer walk by a group taking a photo and stick up bunny ears behind unknowing models and not get caught until the far future when the photos are processed.