I’ve finally gotten around to the task of going through the 12,000+ photos I took in my two years in South America to select which ones to delete, which ones to keep, and which ones to develop and stick in my photo album. It’s a helluva task.
Lesson learned: stop taking so many photos.
You don’t need 20 pictures – over split second intervals – of someone blowing out birthday candles.
You don’t need multiples of the countryside “just in case” those mountains look a little nicer when you shift your viewfinder marginally to the left.
You don’t need to catalogue the entire two minutes of the sun setting over yet another beach.
You don’t need two of every group photo so the two photographers can take turns being in the shot (oh, and the extras to account for someone blinking at the wrong moment, of course).
Somehow we used to make do with between 20 and 24 photos on a roll of Kodak or Konica film, never knowing until the end whether we’d closed our eyes in that family portrait, or whether a stranger had walked in and gotten in the way of our picture in front of Sydney Opera House. Digital cameras are a marvellous invention because you can avoid or fix those things – but it’s taken me a while to realise you need to be wise about it too.
Several years ago I met a older couple in Barcelona who had decided to travel without a camera. Cool idea, right? There is definitely something in what they said about seeing things with your own eyes rather than through a viewfinder. On a few occasions I have caught myself being so absorbed in capturing the perfect photo and missing the experience of the moment as a result.
The upshot of having taken far too many photos is that, in sifting through and sorting them now – nine months on – I get to relive those experiences. Well, hello Nostalgia!
So to finish off, I thought I would share some selected shots (all taken in Ecuador) with you in this post 🙂
More to come as the photo culling continues!