Life of Wry

Yesterday, my iPhone sent me a nice photo collage, set to music, as they do. Somehow, they review your entire photo archive, pick some sort of theme, gather a dozen or so photos, add music, and voila, you have a daily trip down memory lane to melt over (and when you’ve finished with that one, there is another waiting to be viewed).

It’s worth mentioning that I have 85,485 pictures (and counting) in my Photos Library. (Yeow!)

Some years ago, I set out on a massive photo reduction effort, culling unworthy photos from the archives (at the time, the archive totaled 75k-ish). It was a hugely satisfying process (and great fun) to go through my photos. I didn’t get all the way through, but did eliminate thousands, maybe tens of thousands. And now that number is back up to 85k.

I take a lot of pictures.

Anyway, I don’t know how Apple decides what photos to gather and gorgeously arrange in a montage, but yesterday it was a whole bunch of Peter photos from a particular era.. about 18 years old, judging from the settings. I loved them (of course), and screen captured a few of them. Then cropped down to headshots.

[Note: I just spent a very frustrating hour trying to get these to arrange in a quadrant.. the Beatles Let It Be – style, but failed. The resolution is pretty marginal but I still love these images.]