So the other day, I went grocery shopping with my daughter. She just got her license so she is usually chauffeuring me around to log in more hours of driving. Thankfully we've gotten to the point where I'm not white-knuckle gripping the car door in fear for my life and so now, we generally shoot the breeze and talk about everything and anything.
I was reading her the last blog post I wrote about photobooks and she pointed out her own reasons for loving photobooks.
As it turns out, while I love my daughter dearly, she's rather clumsy with her phone. She's so far had it stolen (left it in the dressing room in the mall), lost it, dropped it, broke it, etc. I remember those frantic phone calls about the loss of her phone, yet again. We laughed about that, remarking on the fact that it had been quite a while since she had to have her phone replaced. (Knock on wood...) She pointed out to me that it wasn't the phone, per say, that had had her upset and distraught, but the loss of the photos that she hadn't had time to download or transfer to a safer place. She said she could care less about the loss of the phone - sure, it's not a cheap thing to replace - but it is replaceable, while the photos on her phone were not. I was actually a little surprised. I had automatically assumed that the loss of her phone had made her anxious because she couldn't reach her friends via WhatsApp or check out her Instagram account, or be in the loop via Facebook. As it turns out, it wasn't any of those reasons at all.... She said that she and all her friends all have good intentions of organizing and taking better care of their photos, but with everything else going on in their busy lives, they procrastinate. Then the phone either slips out of their back pocket onto the seat they just vacated as they got off the city bus, or they dropped it in the bath while they swore they were being careful, or dozens of other ways phones get lost, misplaced or just die and are unable to be revived. She said she remembers specific photos that are lost to her forever and she still mourns them when she thinks of that day or that trip or that special reason when she snapped the photo in the first place. Then she rolled her eyes at me, "just because we're all born in the iPhone age, and we're not old like you, doesn't mean we don't understand the importance of holding onto nostalgia and memories." Well. She certainly put me in my place...
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