Since buying my first iPhone I have taken thousands of photos, which have been stored rather haphazardly in various locations on my computer, some identified only by their numbers. I recently resolved to declutter and reorganise my digital files, prior to updating my devices. Labelling all the photos and allocating them to folders has proved a massive task, made harder because of my somewhat obsessional nature. How to classify them? Some belong in more than one category – animals, husband, family, friends, holidays, me with different hairstyles. Which to keep? I don’t like deleting any, apart from a few duplicates and photos of people I no longer recognise.
The project – still not quite finished – has sometimes felt overwhelming. For a while I was rushing to get it done, and wishing I hadn’t started it at all. But it seemed too late to give up, so I resolved to take a more thoughtful approach and appreciate all the images for the happy or sad memories they evoked.
Doing this has been a poignant reminder of the transience of life. Many of the people and animals in the photos have now died. The appearance of myself and my husband has changed over the years, and not for the better. I may never want to look back at these files again myself, and I have no close family so nobody else will want to keep them after my death. Anyway, they might all have been wiped out by some technical disaster by then. I was reminded of the Tibetan Buddhist monks who create beautiful mandalas made of coloured sands, and then deliberately destroy them.
Only read on if you like cats. I usually include some photos in my posts, but couldn’t decide which to choose from among so many, so I decided just to feature the cats who have lived with us since we moved to New Zealand. Excluding all the foster kittens, there have been seven long term residents, two of whom – Magic and Leo – are still alive. It was quick and easy to find their photos, which made me think that the project has been worthwhile after all.









