Saturday, April 25, 2015

Esplanade: Old Photos

As mentioned, my grandfather Petey was an avid amateur photographer. As we were cleaning up the house, I knew I'd be finding old prints. And I did. Thousands. In my grandfather's semi-hyper-organized manner, many (though definitely not all) were grouped together in manila envelopes, each labeled appropriately: for family photos, which branch of the family; for other stuff, where/when; etc. But in the generally chaotic nature of that house, the envelopes (and miscellaneous stacks) were scattered all over: in random nooks, under stacks of other stuff. Gathering them together was its own significant sub-project. And it wasn't until I'd gathered them — until I'd filled a full size file cabinet from top to bottom with them — that I realized how many I had. As I said, thousands; spanning the decades of his adult life. And many of them are very good. An amazing treasure. Now I just have to figure out what to do with them. (A good problem to have.)

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