sirhc55 wrote:Sitting down with family and or friends to go through your pics of holidays, children growing up, your first mate - what a load of boring bollocks
Frequently, yes.
Then again, many families get pleasure from doing this. Or from using events like this to embarrass their kids.
Generally speaking the photos are totally boring to all but the person who took them or who is in them.
Yep. I've already said exactly that.
But I tend to think that this is more true in the immediate "now", and perhaps over the next few years ... perhaps up to a generation on.
I would love to hear more female points of view on this too,
btw. Lindy lost her mum just over two years ago, and I know how vital the images she has of her mum are to her and to her daughters.
We are living in a different age and therefore approach many things in a different way than days of yore.
Some of us are. My mum has a cellphone, and I think she used it for the second time this year just last Monday
I cannot get her to consider using a computer, however. She has a DVD player, but watched videos on VHS.
And yes, she just got a speeding ticket a couple of weeks back, so she's very comfortable with the concept of digital photography.
Personally I prefer to live for today and tomorrow rather than in the past no matter how wondeful it was. I can also show my pics to anyone that is interested, in wonderful high def on that amazing product that superceded the slide viewer
While yes, you can, I challenge that it's not as personable as people fussing over an album.
Mr Darcy wrote:gstark wrote:Museums have facilities that permit them to use various technologies as they emerge and develop. I'm not interested in museums. Does the guy behind the counter at the supermarket understand the concepts of archiving their images? How about the lady in the dress shop - does she?
You seem to be saying that printed photos are better for the "average guy" but also consider that that person is likely to buy a "magnetic" photo album from Kmarget to put those prints in. These do horrible things to photos after a few years. That shoe box I keep going on about is far better. Average Jo is also unlikely to understand or use archival paper or ink to print them either.
My point is summed up in your last sentence here: "Average Jo is also unlikely to understand or use archival paper or ink to print them either."
Yes, those magnetic albums can destroy images more quickly than one has any right to demand, but that's what many people use.
I have no quarrel with your alternative suggested use of the shoebox,
btw. It permits the same physical aesthetic that I described earlier in terms of the physical interaction that many methods of digital display don't seem to be conducive to.
There are two issues here that are being mixed up.
Not by me.
gstark wrote:But who wants, to, when the family is around, say, for Christmas dinner, sit around at the bloody computer, looking at the images?
Displaying means ensuring access to light and the images. Cuddling up around the sofa is one option. I can't remember when I last did this though. Certainly it was long before I went digital.
We still do this, occasionally, at my mum's. And please also refer to my earlier comments regarding Lindy.
Another option is to run a display in the background. This is easy to do digitally. Possible, but difficult non-digitally. Those who want to watch can those that don't can do other things. Personally, over Christmas dinner I will be using the latter approach.
I would actually consider that be offensive, and from two different perspectives. I'm certainly not having a go at anyone, but to me, the purpose of inviting people - friends and family - over, and particularly for events like Christmas, Pesach, Thanksgiving, and the like, is specifically to interact with those people. As a host, I consider that it's offensive to my guests to have a slideshow running - it's as if I don't really want them here, I don;t want to talk with them, and I'm disrespecting them. That may well be the case, of course, but that's probably not the message I wish to convey.
As a guest, I expect - possibly even demand - some semblance of attention: you invited me, so feed and entertain me, dammit!
Perhaps we'll have a break at some point so that you may bore me with your slides of your trip to upper nowhere, but not the whole bloody evening, thank you.
ATJ wrote:gstark wrote:There is a certain aesthetic about sitting down, on the couch, with the kids, the family, the dog, and looking at, laughing at, and just generally enjoying the images in the family album. The sitting around on the couch, perhaps the kids on the floor ... there are some extra tactile elements that this brings to the party; some elements of body language and person to person interaction, that I don't think exists as we look at this stuff on the pc.
Even though my dad was an avid photographer with thousands upon thousands of images, most printed, I do not remember one occasion from my childhood where we sat around as a family looking at the family photo album.
Perhaps my family is slightly less dysfunctional than I give it credit for.
Again, you're including "us", but as I've noted a couple of times, I don't consider "us" to be necessarily typical: we know about these things (hopefully) and I suspect that makes us "different" from the average Joe or Jolene.
I'm not even sure we had a family photo album. Interestingly, my dad did from his childhood (and he was born in 1909), so perhaps they did as a family. I think those albums are around somewhere, but as Greg mentions, there are lots of photos of family members with people we can't identify. And there are even fewer captions. My father died at the start of 1971 so we can't even find out who those people were.
My father died in 1958. My grandparents were victims of the Nazis in the war and I never had the pleasure of knowing them. Perhaps that is colouring my point of view here? The (very few) photos that my mum has are quite important to me.
My photographs from the last 5-8 years are mostly digital. I browse through them from time to time on my computer.
This is of interest to me: I don't - not consciously - do this.
And getting back to my point that I think that we are different from others, I note that when we take photos of a family outing, my mum always wants hard copies .... and I still come back to the point I made in my opening post: with Jo and Jolene: will they move their images off their batphones and on to some other form of more permanent storage (as we would do) or will the image of them, drunk at last week's Christmas party eventually just be deleted to be replaced with the image of them, drunk, at the NYE inebriations along the harbour foreshores?
My family are not particularly close and don't even live close to each other.
My mum lives across the road. My sister lives two blocks away. I've spoken with my sister just once, so far this year. More frequently with my mum, but this lack of contact actually saddens me.
Seriously.
We're lucky if we get together twice a year (Christmas and our mother's birthday).
That's more frequently than with us.
But again, I want a female PoV here: my sister speaks with our mum daily. Lindy, prior to her mum's passing, lived under the same roof, and was nearly a full time carer as her health declined. Another friend - Vicky, whom we've used as a
model for one of our lighting workshops, is currently acting as a nearly full-time carer for her mum in a similar scenario.
While that may not seem all that relevant, I suspect that, deep down, it may be very relevant.
Last Friday, my brother sent me and my siblings, plus his son (who also lives some distance away) a scanned picture of a photo of his daughter and friend at her school formal. The picture appeared in the local Lithgow rag and as a proud dad he sent it on. While this started out as a print (at least when he got it), it was scanned so it could be sent all around NSW in an instant.
Fast forward 30 years, and put yourself in the position of your brother, and especially in the position of his daughter. Please share your thoughts within that context. Please share with us
their thoughts.
Fast forward another 30 years. Please share with us the thoughts of your niece's children.