tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909177134332227865.post7825746282233408907..comments2023-04-14T23:02:14.811+10:00Comments on small matters: Little things of no great importance.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03650468626267484591noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909177134332227865.post-74401768626982340702014-06-26T16:54:15.536+10:002014-06-26T16:54:15.536+10:00The littlest things are the best to record. You re...The littlest things are the best to record. You remember the big important events but it's nice to have every day moments captured and available for recall later. And as noted, the little incidental captures act as a trigger that can unleash a domino effect of memories that otherwise might be lost. <br /><br />I think that's why i was attracted to blogging in the first place, and perhaps why i love Instagram so very much. <br /><br />Please don't eat my comment. Susehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14837796439737091649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909177134332227865.post-82175360804372507812014-06-25T22:57:46.148+10:002014-06-25T22:57:46.148+10:00My blog eats comments apparently. I've no idea...My blog eats comments apparently. I've no idea what to do about it. I'm technologically the opposite of savvy.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03650468626267484591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909177134332227865.post-85783656982809982522014-06-25T18:39:39.508+10:002014-06-25T18:39:39.508+10:00yes it did...
well, I said i loved that bow photo...yes it did...<br /><br />well, I said i loved that bow photo. and that the only things I'll surely remember well about my life are things I've blogged and photographed. although some photos have clear memories.Stomper Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04038937073264645029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909177134332227865.post-27889499923923228462014-06-25T18:33:56.102+10:002014-06-25T18:33:56.102+10:00did your blog eat my comment too?did your blog eat my comment too?Stomper Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04038937073264645029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909177134332227865.post-15754665804690127722014-06-25T15:18:21.768+10:002014-06-25T15:18:21.768+10:00Now that one doesn't have to pay for film and ...Now that one doesn't have to pay for film and developing for every snap, I have billions of useless photos. There is something in me left over from the old days, though, that deletes photos with reluctance. Maybe there will be something in the microscopic difference between this photo and the four others of the same thing that makes it worth keeping.<br />It is often, I think, the little things like cushions, or carpets, or the car or chair, that make a photo resonate years later. The cascade of memories that are triggered. But sometimes the only memory is the photo itself, and sometimes the memory is of looking at the photo - we did this a lot as kids, looked through the old photos. There are photos of me that I remember, and I remember looking at the photo, but I don't remember the occasion that the photo actually records.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03650468626267484591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909177134332227865.post-32415591442044749362014-06-25T09:14:26.676+10:002014-06-25T09:14:26.676+10:00Your blog keeps eating my comments. Humph. I was b...Your blog keeps eating my comments. Humph. I was being so deep, too.<br /><br />I have so many photos on my hard drive that I can't remember why I took them. That obviously they failed in their purpose - maybe I was trying to document a decorating project, but the photo is not a good one. So now I have a photograph of the teeny living room in the flat where I lived alone. Or the house I shared with my cousins. And all the little things are so familiar, but I had forgotten them. That cushion, I haven't thought about it in years! My aunt made it, and my cousin hated it so I said I'd have it. Remember that time we had built a pillow fort and got drunk in it? Man, I haven't thought about that cushion for years.Kaviarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08409825601485451978noreply@blogger.com