- Hardened in feeling
- Resistant to persuasion
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I'm completely obdurate on the issue and you cannot convince me otherwise:
Traveling is enjoyable. Sorting through travel photos is not.
I took over 600 photos on my trip to Ireland. While that means I have over 600 memories captured in film, er -- zeros and ones (?), it also means that I have over 600 memories to sort, label, compile, edit, delete, regret deleting, and share. This kind of activity requires a fair amount of momentum, typically granted by the glow of the trip upon one's return. I rode that wave - showed my family all 600, unedited images, posted two days worth of photo albums online with captions, set my desktop background as a vista from the Cliffs of Mohr.
And then Wednesday came around.
Wednesday was the day I went back to work. Wednesday was the day I attacked 700 unanswered e-mails. Wednesday was the day reality trumped memories.
To say the least, my wave of momentum evaporated.
Nonetheless, a loss of momentum isn't completely to blame. There's also cognitive dissonance. I look at a photo of our trip to the Joyce County Sheepdog demonstration - look at Sweep fly around, herding those sheep (or more likely, staring them down)! I captured that moment, but know, from memory, that the better shot would have been of someone in our group petting Roy, another sheepdog. The reality of what I have captured is countered by what I know I could have captured, if I'd only known. Opportunity cost meets cognitive dissonance.
The trip itself was lovely: green, hot, sunny, energetic, filling. I wouldn't trade the experience. The need to sort through my photos? Now that experience I'd trade. Thank goodness for travel-mates that love to point, shoot, edit, and share.
I'm completely obdurate on the issue and you cannot convince me otherwise:
Traveling is enjoyable. Sorting through travel photos is not.
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I took over 600 photos on my trip to Ireland. While that means I have over 600 memories captured in film, er -- zeros and ones (?), it also means that I have over 600 memories to sort, label, compile, edit, delete, regret deleting, and share. This kind of activity requires a fair amount of momentum, typically granted by the glow of the trip upon one's return. I rode that wave - showed my family all 600, unedited images, posted two days worth of photo albums online with captions, set my desktop background as a vista from the Cliffs of Mohr.
And then Wednesday came around.
Wednesday was the day I went back to work. Wednesday was the day I attacked 700 unanswered e-mails. Wednesday was the day reality trumped memories.
To say the least, my wave of momentum evaporated.
Nonetheless, a loss of momentum isn't completely to blame. There's also cognitive dissonance. I look at a photo of our trip to the Joyce County Sheepdog demonstration - look at Sweep fly around, herding those sheep (or more likely, staring them down)! I captured that moment, but know, from memory, that the better shot would have been of someone in our group petting Roy, another sheepdog. The reality of what I have captured is countered by what I know I could have captured, if I'd only known. Opportunity cost meets cognitive dissonance.
The trip itself was lovely: green, hot, sunny, energetic, filling. I wouldn't trade the experience. The need to sort through my photos? Now that experience I'd trade. Thank goodness for travel-mates that love to point, shoot, edit, and share.
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