I used to keep photograph albums.
But somewhere around 2006 the albums came to an abrupt halt. It was about the time I received the gift of a cell phone that produced remarkable pictures.
The problem was that all photos from 2006 onward became buried somewhere in the phone or in my computer or in the nebulous ubiquitous CLOUD.
The “progress” in technology resulted in a twilight zone of lost time.
I stopped mounting my favorite shots lovingly in a photo album.
Time stopped.
This Christmas Bill gave me a SMART PHONE PHOTO PRINTER that actually works!
One brave step backward for mankind!
I have now reopened the last unfilled, ready-and-waiting-photo-album and began adding some pictures of a friend’s baby sent to us in a Christmas card. Then there are smart phone photos; one of Bill on New Year’s Eve, a somewhat jarring selfie of me, a shot of Elsa-the-dog, and a picture of two good friends who came visiting over the holiday.
This little machine is a miracle!
Will it result in a rebirth of the age-old practice of saving photographs in albums?
If you ask me, no. I am already sure the gadget will stop or the materials will no longer be available.
But it’s a start. Time to take pictures! And at least for the beginning of 2020 there will be memories in an album.
