By the time my child and maybe one day grandchildren, rummage around ole Grandpa Denbow’s digital shoebox of photos left behind after my death, they’ll only be able to view his years of photographic experimentation at a postage-stamp resolution on their 16K screens integrated into their walls.
It’s thoughts like these that make me want to go through a batch of photos and print them all at 4×6, so there’s at least something around to document the era.
But I am behind in this. I still need to organize and then finally print these up.
What more can I do right now that will ensure that my photographs withstand the test of time?
It matters to me right now. Will it matter to them?
Why does this resonate with me so strongly?