Photo archiving

It’s no secret that I’m a fan of photography.  I’ve been into it since I was young, doing skateboard photography and eventually ending up with an undergraduate degree in fine art photography.  I was a film hold-out and didn’t move to a digital format (at least for anything other than point and shoot) until 2006.
I am also a pretty serious mac user.  I can work on about any platform, but everything I own, save for a linux server in my basement and a D-Link NAS, is apple.
This can be a blessing and a curse.  I’m a hoarder.  I never delete anything.  I have huge amounts of disk in my NAS that house primarily backups of things I never want to lose, most of which are home movies and photos.

Being the hoarder than I am, I am not just satisfied with on-site backups, so, I want to document how I back up my photos.

Let me follow this up by saying that I am *not* a professional photographer or videographer.  Yes, I’ve sold work in the past.    Yes, I’ve been paid on multiple occasions to rework video and to film and edit together special occasions.  No, I don;t spend gobs and gobs of money on professional class gear for this. I do have some nice lenses for my DSLR.  I do take a lot of pride in the stuff I do. But, I was always taught that expensive, high end equipment doesn’t make you a good artist, and I still, whole-heartedly, believe that today.

If you don’t believe me, read Ken Rockwell’s stuff  (thanks Jim).

I made photo art with stuff I got at pawn shops.  Hell, I sold art that I made with a polaroid.  You can win awards with cell phone images and take bad images with thousands of dollars worth of equipment.  It’s about content, composition, juxtaposition, framing, lighting, opportunity and, at it’s core, having a good eye……

…but I digress…this is about saving data.

I use iPhoto.  I really like iPhoto.  I like the smart albums.  I like the interface and the plugins.  What I don’t like, is that

Archiving stories, memories and randomness…or, Cold Locals

One of the things about the internet is that it is a good place to put things that you never want to forget. Stories, pictures, music, video, anything. Once it’s on the ‘net, it’s likely there for good as there is no way to know if it can ever be completely deleted. As I thought about that, and as I near my 37th birthday,  I relaized that there are a lot of things that are word-of-mouth stories about “adventures” that myself and my friends had as youngsters growing up a bit different in a rural Central Illinois town.  Make no mistake, we did a lot of really fun, cool stuff back then.  We were fearless, rule breaking, limit pushing little jerks.

The fact that most of us weren’t really jocks, nerds or brianiacs made us just a bit different.  We liked things like BMX, skateboarding and punk rock.  We weren’t the status quo for a small midwestern town.

old school skate 7

Of course, some of us where a bit of all of those things, but, speaking for myself, I didn’t really identify with just one of those cliques and always felt at home, but a bit out of place, too.
We’ve told these stories, and talked about our prized possessions from those days over and over.  We’ve thumbed through the pictures hundreds of times.  Some of these stories are fantastic and even somewhat unbelievable, but I assure you, they’re all true (some are also probably lame and boring =).
I decided to take it a step further and write them down, post the photos and invite comments to a new blog called Cold Locals, named for the skate ‘zine that I tried to make around 1988-1989.
It’s possible that I may cross post to here, but I have not totally decided on that aspect yet.

Check it out if you ever want to know why I am the way I am or you just have a load of time to waste.