I take too many photos. It’s becoming quite an issue around here – I think it might even be a clinical condition. I went to the zoo the other day, and came home with 1379 photos on my camera. What was I thinking? To fully grasp just how desperate my affliction is, you need to understand that I have a Zoo Friends membership. This means I can visit the zoo as often as I like, other circumstances allowing of course. What with a new job taking up quite a bit of my time (!) and just all the ins and outs of family life, there haven’t been many occasions lately when I’ve had the time to trek into the city, hop on a ferry crossing gorgeous Sydney Harbour and wander around Taronga Zoo. But it is one of my favourite places, and I do get to go a number of times a year.
Why, oh why, then, do I feel compelled to take so many photos each time I go? Yes, compelled. Every time, I think to myself, “Just go, enjoy watching the animals, drink it all in and forget about getting that perfect shot. You have ENOUGH photos of giraffes already!” And every time, that good advice just goes flying out the window. The tigers are in the perfect spot… look! That one’s yawning! Quick, get the photo before he turns away again. Awww, the poor gorilla looks so bored. He’s waiting for the keepers to come and feed him and getting terribly impatient (don’t they have the most wonderfully expressive faces?). The younger female is having a snooze… don’t her hands look cute curled up like that? Who could resist snapping the stunning blue of the Forest Kingfisher? Or the amazing vivid green of the tiny tree frogs? Or the fascinating contortions of the lemurs? You get the picture. Or, more to the point, I get the picture! And the next one, and the next one…
You’ve clued in to the problem of course. I get home and stick my memory card into the slot and an avalanche of photos engulfs my computer. Now I have to get them into Historian, tag them, cull all the dud ones and figure out which ones to use in my photo books. What an insurmountable task that seems! Do you know how long it takes to go through 1379 photos? How do I choose which ones to keep? Why do I do this to myself, every time?
Thankfully, Historian makes the job as easy as it can be, by giving me options like adding tags as I import, and star ratings to help me quickly rate and sort my photos. What it can’t do is cure me of my mania for taking photos, or moderate my output to something more reasonable. I guess I’m stuck with an incurable disease, and will just have to learn to live with the consequences. Am I the only one? Is there anyone else out there who has similar symptoms? Perhaps we could start a self-help group!