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Wednesday, January 30, 2019

phone photos

Twenty below as I seat myself at the keyboard, maybe it will drop a few more degrees, then it will rise a tad, drop once more Thursday morning and sometime later that day the vortex will move along, nothing to see here.  I will make a brief foray out at some point, just to experience the wonder.  I mainly want to see how frozen over the river is.  When it's completely frozen over and covered with a light coat of snow it is a thing of beauty.

I don't remember ever experiencing frostbite or anything close to it.  As an old guy I marvel at the young lads and lasses going about bareheaded.  I'm pretty sure I wore a hat at that age though I can't remember specifically what kind.  I guess future generations will know what they looked like when young because they will have volumes of selfies to look back on. 

Or will they?  We had photos taken on special occasions and they were put into albums and the albums were bequeathed to us.  That's the way it worked for me.  Sometime in the early 70s I owned a camera for a few years and I have a box of photos from then, and I guess I have just some random photos that came into my possession.  I have a Pentax camera from when I started taking up art.  Maybe eight shoeboxes full of photos from then that lay dormant because who wants to go through that.  I've had a couple digital cameras and their cards would only hold so many photos so you had to download them to the computer and I was pretty good about putting them into various folders.

The smartphone on the other hand stores them in the cloud and you never have to do anything, and in fact giving the files names and storing them in some kind of order is very difficult and most people don't bother.  Myself I am a little better because I regularly download to my computer, and when you connect with a cable you can control the photo storage on your camera through your computer.

But to my knowledge hardly anybody else does that,  The phone stores them by date and various categories like people and places which the camera itself decides which is which.  At this point I am going to have to do some kind of research on how people know where those photos are.  My experience indicates that when they are searching for a photo they just go willy nilly through their accumulation knowing roughly where they are just from doing it so often, but I will have to check.  But what of when they have like thirty years of accumulated photos?  What happens then?


I was having a conversation a week ago with a friend who pointed out that Trump hadn't come up with a mocking moniker for Nancy, and I said oh, he will think of one soon, but as Old Dog points out he hasn't.  I'm loath to ascribe to him the intelligence to be afraid of anybody, so we will have to wait and see.  He is rather like a lion in the winter since the shutdown cave isn't he?  Even his proud tweets have gone from brash to whiny.


Glad to hear that Old Dog is succeeding in kicking the weed.  Another effect of not smoking is that food is supposed to taste better.  Has he noticed that?

Twenty-one below now with the sun rising.  Well this is the worst.  It can only get better.  Just like us.

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