The photographs that mean the most to me are of the people I knew and are no longer with us. And she never had a house fire, thank goodness. It has helped that these are physical things and also that my mother hasn’t moved house in 60 years and didn’t throw much away. Like you I have several very precious photographs and negatives of family members no longer with us – including quite a few negatives dating back to the 1920s and 30s. Do you do this? If so, what solution are you using and how well is it working for you?Īn interesting post, Jim. I uninstalled the Uploadr and deleted all of the private photos.Īnd so I’m back to looking for a way to store my photo collection in the cloud. And because I upload for public consumption a processed version of each photo, I see duplicates everywhere. It was occasionally useful, as it let me find an old photo much faster than searching through folders on my hard drive.īut I use Flickr primarily to host images I share here, and those private photos just clogged my camera roll and intruded into every search result. It marked them all private so you can’t see them. And their Flickr Uploadr automatically uploads every new photo.
FLICKR UPLOADR STUCK PROCESSING PRO
As a Flickr Pro customer, I have unlimited storage. I investigated a few solutions, none perfect, but quickly settled on Flickr. So I became interested in uploading my images to “the cloud” (i.e., someone else’s server, via the Internet). But if my house burns down, both computer and external drive are toast. Holy backup, Batman! And I do back them up, to a wee external hard drive. Between film and digital photos, and including scans of all of my old photos, I now have well north of 20,000 images on my computer’s hard drive. Since the divorce I’ve returned to photography in a big way. They connect me to memories I might otherwise have lost. I keep them in boxes I digitized them all a couple years ago.
Thankfully, every last photo I took as a kid and young adult survived. I’m so happy I still have this photo.īut I don’t want to live without my photographs. This connects me to so many pleasant memories. It was the summer of 1982 he was 66 and I was 15. This terrible exposure is one of the few photos I took of my grandfather.
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