Thanks to Blurb, I was able to create a sweet book of Instagram memories from 2011 for all of the grandparents' Christmas presents. It turned out great, and I like how accurately it documented the day-to-day of my family. I've been chastising myself for not taking more photos on our "real" camera. But it's rarely at arm's length. And those photo-worthy moments are so fleeting. I am definitely thankful to have my iPhone with me most of the time.
These are the only two photos I took of the sisters in December:
But you know what I'm learning? These two photos are enough.
In the long run, it just doesn't matter. I don't have to photograph every single event or day or week or even month. I will live through those moments, soak them up, and capture them when I can. Maybe I'll change my mind in thirty years, but I really don't care about documenting every visit to the pumpkin patch and every picnic and every doctor's visit. I rarely revisit the "big event" albums once they download from camera to computer, anyway. I cherish little moments throughout the day, and I do my best to snap them on my iPhone. If my point-and-shoot camera is nearby, then great! If not, I'm not going to worry about it anymore. Technology is advancing at the speed of light, but I am not obligated to tag along. And I'm not going to feel guilty about it.
Freedom!
Thank you for this post! I feel guilty all the time for not taking photos on the REAL camera, but you're right. It's not those photos that I look through all the time...it's the ones on my phone. Those photos ARE my life. I appreciate the perspective. :)
ReplyDeleteI've recently started letting go of my DSLR. I am allowing myself to relax. If I don't bring it...SO WHAT?!?! I have this amazing piece of technology in my iPhone & I can capture everything easily from there if need be.
ReplyDeleteI take thousands of photos of my girls, both on my camera and on my phone. My faves are almost always from my iPhone. I refuse to let the camera get in the way of enjoying the moment. On the other hand, there are literally about 20 photos of me from when I was born to age 10 and it bums me out. My husband's parents didn't take many pictures of him either. I've never seen a baby picture of him (after almost 11 years together). I think I'm over compensating for the lack of photos of us, but I never print them out, so they're free and I love to go back through and look at them all the time.
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