It's nice to know, given my obsessive picture taking, that I come from a long line of obsessive picture takers.
This week I found an album that contains nothing but photos of the inside of my grandparents first house in 1929. Complete with type written explanations of the layout of the house.
My father took quite a few pictures. But my grandfather took all kinds of photos. Including playing around with 3-D photography in the 70s. And then his father-in-law also took tons of pictures. I have everything from cheap paper prints to tintypes, to incredibly fragile glass images.
Right now this is scattered. I have some with me in Washington, and the rest is in eight plastic bins in Maine. My main project this week was transferring them to those from the cardboard boxes where they've been sitting in a damp dirt floor basement. The mice ran rampant, but they didn't eat too much. Although they did really like the leather postcard. But there's also things like one of the tintypes rusted onto a print. So there's a lot of cleanup. I'm glad to have them now sealed into something. The mice won't get into and that will protect them a little bit from the damp. Next summer, my daughter and I may go out and do a serious catalog and storage project while my mother is still with us.
Last fall, when I was going through all of my aunt's stuff in Hawaii, I scanned (with my phone) over 1000 prints that she had I wish the phone scanning software (Photomyne) was a little better, but realistically, except for particularly exceptional pieces, I'm not going to use a flatbed scanner for all these photos.
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