By Tara Zandra | November 14, 2013
I got it into my head that I need to preserve my past in the form of photos. I asked my mom for the first 3 photo albums of my life with the idea that I’ll be scanning them into the computer and making digital copies. I was born in the mid-seventies and it’s amazing how poor the quality of the pictures are today. Here’s an example of an untouched photo.
This one isn’t even that bad compared to some of them. Makes me weep. I was, however, pleasantly surprised that even crappy photo software can make it decent. This is the same photo that I fixed in order to share on facebook.
The color is much closer to natural, except my face, which is washed out. But not sure if that’s just me since I’m so pale I tend to be washed out in a lot of pictures anyway. It’s going to be a tedious process, scanning 20 some years, but at least as time wears on, I’m in a lot less pictures. I think eventually I’ll have photo books made, but that’s pretty far into the future.
I found it interesting that as I flipped through the albums, I remembered all the photos. I’m fairly narcissistic (anyone with a blog would have to be), so I know I looked through them often, but it still felt a little odd to me how familiar all of them were. Except one. I found one photo of me that I swear I’ve never seen before in my life. And I don’t recognize the house it was taken it either. I’m thinking maybe it was a relative’s house in Washington and the photo was sent to my mother sometime after both my grandparents died.
I’m sad my mom didn’t take more pictures though. I know film was different than our current digital age. But honestly, the amount of photos of me from May 1974- November 1976 equal about a month or less of photos in either of my girls lives.
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