I made some arbitrary rules for myself and sorted my pictures, discarding any that didn’t fit the rules. The first rule was that, in this day of easy replication and reprints, I didn’t need to keep multiple copies. The second rule was if I didn’t know the people in the picture or didn’t care about them (distant cousins or one-trip acquaintances that I’ll never see again), into the trash the picture went. Number three was if I didn’t recognize the location and there were no people in the shot…trash. Anyway, you get the gist. I set up acid-free boxes to hold the sorted keepers and that’s where they exist today (in the top of a closet).
I made some arbitrary rules for myself and sorted my pictures, discarding any that didn’t fit the rules. The first rule was that, in this day of easy replication and reprints, I didn’t need to keep multiple copies. The second rule was if I didn’t know the people in the picture or didn’t care about them (distant cousins or one-trip acquaintances that I’ll never see again), into the trash the picture went. Number three was if I didn’t recognize the location and there were no people in the shot…trash. Anyway, you get the gist. I set up acid-free boxes to hold the sorted keepers and that’s where they exist today (in the top of a closet).