Good trips deserve recognition.
More than just sticking the photos in a box. More than a slide show no
one wants to watch (well, its always at someone else's speed and you're
just stuck there).
The Philosophy of the Photo Album
A couple years ago, I committed
myself to making a real photo album for every big trip that I went on.
Not just pictures slapped
behind a magnetic sheet, that twenty years from now you look at and say,
okay, what the heck is that. Words. Explanation. Banter. Pictures laid
out with white space. Maybe cut up a bit for variation. Scalloped edges.
I am happy to say, I have
now achieved book 2. The first photo album was for France.
Its big and bound in black leather. Lots of pictures, lots of text.
And now after a month and
a half of labor, I have finished the book of the American experience. I
scoured through 25 rolls of film, arranged pictures, wrote text, ran through
three bottles of rubber cement and its done.
Now I turn to the on-line
version. Did I mention that I just finished the print version. Well,
keep that in mind. As the month progresses, I will fill in the pages with
text and pictures.