Happy Sunday! This week I’m writing from the deep, dark recesses of the cloud, where all of our digital photos live together in harmony, bonding over our abandonment of them and searching for a new purpose. For the past two years, I've been in the very beginning stages of cataloging and digitizing my grandmother's photos. My grandmother used to take photos of everything—birthdays, weddings, weekday visits from friends—she lamented any sentimental moment she had no camera to capture. She has dozens of those little navy blue plastic albums you used to find for $1 at a Wal-Mart photo center piled on top of dozens more large, hardbound ones, stretching back seventy years at least. Were disposable film cameras and 24-hour development centers still abundant, I believe she would still be snapping photos.
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