Egads tonight got away from me. I'm trying to practice what I preach with respect to printing photos. I'm convinced that photobooks and photozines are the way to go. Photos on computers or in phones don't work for me. I never go back and look at them. Photo albums are good, but they're bulky, they don't lend themselves to sequencing, and those plastic covers are a pain in the neck. Clean, durable photozines seem the way to go.
But I am a professional excuse maker when it comes to getting organized and sticking to a task. I want to print a photozine of four years of Seattle photos. Man I like this town and this region. (Saying photozine makes it sound fancy. It's not. You go to Blurb or Shutterfly, assemble the zine, upload the content, hand them $20, and voila.)
Easy enough, right? In theory. Four years' worth of digital and film photos (including instant film) is a lot to wrangle. Distraction is always a possibility. I am prone to distraction. Tonight I got distracted.
I started putting Fall 2016 photos into a separate folder. It wasn't scientific. There wasn't a formula to determine the start point. I set the end point at the election. I was trying to remember that time. I'd just arrived in Seattle. On my drive here I thought Trump was a contender, but by October, I thought we'd gotten to know him well enough that we'd recognize he wasn't much of a leader. Boy was I wrong.
It's strange to look back on that period. It seems like we were more capable of reaching consensus on basic facts. It's noon on Wednesday. Agreed, it's noon on Wednesday. In 2020 that became it's noon on Wednesday. Poor little sheep, George Soros wants you to think it's noon on Wednesday. At the same time, we were ignoring a great number of things.
I'm not a political analyst. I'm straying well outside my lane. How about we just get to some photos from that time, that place. I don't like adding more than five photos. Doing so is lazy editing. But I'm lazy.