Thursday, July 10, 2014

My little problem

I am finally having to admit that I have a problem with, how do I say, cameras? It's not a technical problem. It's not the camera. It's me. I'm obsessed with taking photos. It's unmanageable. I spent the day juggling an absurd number of images from the last month alone. I (excuse me. quick pause while I take a couple of photos of some really fabulous clouds in the evening sky) 'm not kidding. It's bad. I am drowning in images. I've got to start dealing with this.

LA at night from a moving vehicle
LA at night from a moving vehicle

7 comments:

Paula said...

Hehe. Not a bad problem to have!

asha said...

Trust me. It's getting ugly. :(

Roy said...

That's why they invented external hard drives. But I don't know what comes after "terrabyte." I think it's megasquilliionbyte. You should get one.

asha said...

Storage really isn't my problem. I have an external hard drive, multiple USB drives, several memory cards and I use various online storage services as well. I haven't found one I really like but I use them anyway. And at home, I have a desktop with lots of memory plus we have an eight terabyte server where, ultimately, everything gets backed up. It's pretty much a bottomless pit. What takes all the time is collecting, sorting, turning, deleting, editing, naming, organizing and tracking the photos, their duplicates, various iterations and folders across different platforms.

Roy said...

I hate to delete pictures--even bad ones. And sometimes I actually do get bored and go through (some of) them and re-crop, etc., and wind up with something I think is interesting.
No--storage is really not the problem. I think it's essentially free, whether you use the cloud of go buy an obscenely large hard drive that could hold the Encyclopaedia Gallactica, (ask Lee) for $79.

Your robot tester is getting strangely easy. Just the pics of the address plaques, and no text at all.

asha said...

My problem is obsessiveness. I just now pulled my head out of the photos I took in LA... turning, lightening, darkening, cropping, making iterations of the same image and researching background information on some of the subjects. I spent the morning reading about the La Brea tar pits, which have seeped into a poem I'm working on, then I really fell in when I started reviewing photos I took at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. The King of Westwood, Anthony Kaslov, caught my eye, a bigger than life fellow who, whatdoyaknow, died young. I looked online and found him at Find A Grave. Otherwise, nothing. So it goes and with it goes my morning and it's like I got nothing done at all.

asha said...

PS. I suspect when you revealed that the robots only required one of the two CAPTCHAs, they became embarrassed and dropped the game.