I was lucky enough to be walking through a flea market in Antwerp last week, taking a few images as I went and I came across a stall selling old family photographs in gilt frames, presumably so that people could throw the contents away and reuse the frames for their own memories (or maybe, sadly, create their own memories of the family they never had!)
It got me thinking about the value of the photographs we take, the history that they capture and the happy memories that are recalled every time we look at them. And yet sadly the use of phone cameras and other digital capture ‘tools’ such as the iPad make us much more likely to ever print those memories. The vast majority are never even downloaded from the capture device, living there until we regret their loss when we lose the phone or take more so the originals get overwritten. Where will the memories be for our own grandchildren? Will we be buying memories in a flea market in a foreign country just to give ourselves something to hang on to?