Even at the ripe ole age of 38, I already see things happening in the world that cause me to jokingly say, “Back in my day…”
Don’t get me wrong – I love being part of these progressive times, but sometimes I just wish life would revert back to the way it used to be for me. I understand some of you reading this, are older than 38 and scoff at what I consider nostalgic, but please bear with me. My own past is all I have to reflect upon.
Specifically, today I’m thinking of digital picture-taking. The idea of snapping a photograph and having the chance to see it immediately, annoys me sometimes. Not only did we JUST experience the moment, but we now have a chance to retake the photo at once because we don’t like the way our neck looks in that shot.
So then the photo becomes that much less candid. Chances are, when the first shot was taken, the authentic Kodak moment was already interrupted so you could look at the camera to say “cheese.” You probably posed a certain way because you like the way your arms look if you flex your muscles right when the shot is snapped. Now you have a chance to look at the picture immediately and determine if your biceps look naturally buff enough for Facebook. If not, you’ll ask for a retake.
Back in my day, we captured the moment and had to wait for the entire roll of film to be used up (which could take weeks) before taking it to a film developer. THEN we had to wait another 5-7 days for the final result.
I remember picking up packs of photos seven days after an event and sometimes feeling, “It seems like this just day just happened, I’m not ready to look at the pictures to remember it yet.” And I would make myself hold off on viewing the pictures for a few more days.
Only then, could I see that I had a double chin in that picture at Acadia National Park. And there was nothing I could do about it except put it in a photo album and try to remember the way the air smelled in Maine on the same day my imperfection was recorded.
Might I suggest we let the cameras capture the moments just as they happen? I wish we could stop looking at the digital pictures and manipulating photo after photo. I would rather be viewed as the ugly girl in the picture with the genuine smile, than the woman with great posture, firm arms and bag-free eyes whose smile seems forced.