Our recent trip to Europe has come and gone, and taking longer than I expected to recover from jet lag, I had time to do what I always do after we get home from a long trip: edit photos. It’s something I enjoy quite a bit, believing that it helps form strong memories of places I may not experience again. Usually, I’m fairly excited about getting through this process so that I can share them with whomever is willing to be tied to a chair and bribed with liberal quantities of Chardonnay, or is gracious and has the time and interest, but this time, I realized I was procrastinating. Although it’s far more than just an excuse, I have been trying to learn more about batch editing in CS6 and because this was the first big round of shots I’d taken with my new camera, also decided to learn more about the software than I do — which is not much.
I realized something else along the way and it had to do with our time in Paris specifically. I wasn’t sure about how I wanted the shots I took to be shared. You’re thinking I’ve far too much time on my hands and I won’t disagree. However as someone who spends quite a bit of the time I do have peering through a camera lens, and working on the photos I take, I can say that it matters what a collection of photos conveys about an experience once they’ve been edited. Each time I look at them, whatever experience had as they were taken is relived to some extent. And many experiences on this trip were remarkable. So much so, that with two weeks’ time since returning, I know I can focus on what was lovely about it, and not so much on what wasn’t. You know what they say about time and healing. But I’m ahead of myself.