It happened accidentally.
A colleague and I were eating lunch together last January when
I asked how his son had enjoyed his first Christmas. My friend broke into a
grin as he excitedly pulled out his phone to show me the child posing with
Santa. He began sorting through the dozens of images that he’d taken on his phone
since then. My friend finally found the picture, and although it was cute, I
was far more interested in what I’d just witnessed him doing.
“Just how many photos do you think you have of Brian at this
point?” I asked.
“3,000.”
I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. It turns out that he’d recently
purchased an external hard drive just to store these photos and the countless
others he’d taken with his smart phone.
My friend is not alone. In less than two decades, digital
photography has revolutionized the way that we take pictures. 15 years ago you
could instantly see your photo on the screen of your digital camera. You could
take limitless photos without having to worry about running out of film or
paying to have the photos processed. Now that the majority of us have smart
phones that have their own built-in digital camera, it’s even easier. We now have
a fully functional digital camera in our back pockets to memorialize every
moment of our lives.
To me, this is a mixed blessing. Have our limitless photo
taking powers sapped the meaning from the memories they’re supposed to catch?
When we look at a vacation photo, do we recall the vacation, or just the moment
that we stopped to snap the picture? When I attend a concert, and rows of
glowing screens of camera phones separate me from the stage, I have to wonder:
are we hearing the music, or just watching it all through a lens?
Since then, I’ve committed to taking fewer pictures. Believe
me, I’m still guilty of it. We don’t have children, and yet I’ve still amassed a
few hundred photos on my phone in the past couple of years. Most of them are of
our cats, I’ll admit.
But I’m trying to take fewer shots of them and of the people
and places in my life. When my cat rolls on her back and looks at me drowsily
for the tenth time today, I resist the urge to immortalize the cuteness with a
photo. When our four-year old niece convinces my husband to wear a hair bow
while drinking tea with her stuffed animals, I let my mind make the memory, not
my camera. These moments are still just as important to me, but I want
to rely on my own memories when I think of them, not just a quick snapshot. I
choose to be an active adventurer in my own life, not a passive observer. And
perhaps it’s a novel enough idea these days that it just might catch on.
This post concludes The Bean's Go Glam Week. Join us on Monday for the SwitchFlops giveaway wrapup and the start of Geek Week! Have a great weekend.
