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After a quiet mini break to the beautiful land of Fin where the summer sun never sets, it’s back to the challenges for me. Just returned from a run, so on track still for the October challenge, and invigorated shall share with you the news of another completed challenge. Turns out the mini break was actually necessary to complete it, so look how that worked out. Ready? The latest challenge completed is….

*drumroll*

The photo album! Finally! I mentioned the photo album ages ago and I never got around to it (sounds familiar? Yes, that’s life.) Then two weeks ago, I got an email through the spambox, excuse me  “gray mail”, that actually offered me a deal to CTRL-C CTRL-V (or cmd-C, cmd -V for the Mac users) a photo album together. It offered a discount, I bought the credit and I just had to use it on an album before the 19th of June. Pics were collected, and yes if you tagged me in it or put it out there on the web I might have nabbed it for posterity. Sorry – but more importantly: adjust your privacy settings. And that really is only a half joke. * more on this to come.

The album contains pictures of family (a whole section on my best girls, who will be joined by a best boy in autumn), friends in all sorts shapes and sizes ( The fab four, the Exmouth Seven, New York, Liessel Legendary and erhm, B and Sura.) Oh and section with my very cool sister of course.

* here we go: One thing I have learned from my own picture gathering antics, is the power of the almighty accessible interweb… The internet is great to keep connected with all my friends/family across the world: it’s much easier to stay in touch and meet people years after you last saw them and not feel like complete strangers. Still, we need to be aware who can see what: if you use social media, especially FB, double check the settings on your albums. It all got reset when Timeline came in. I might have clicked on a picture that your friend took of you and me  and could click through to the rest of her albums too. Check your settings now: you can adjust it per album. Click on the arrow  on the bottom right hand corner for a dropdown.

This is an open blog and even though this challenge indirectly included those I care about, at no point should it be a bother to them. So here the hopefully non offending front page as proof of album, and once it actually comes in, I will place a pic as well.

Next challenge is coming up next week:  spend time shadowing a teaching-assistant in a special needs school!

Report to follow y’all, thanks for reading.

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This gorgeous Saturday I seem to have frittered away with (online) grocery shopping, an email with directions to my parents who’ll visit on Monday, doing laundry and general panic that my life veers dangerously close to being normal.

I guess that was the reason behind Challenge 2012 – to shake things up a bit, when feeling stuck and to keep on creating new projects that I enjoy doing. ( I am mostly telling myself, not you. Sorry)

Back in the day, and with that I probably mean the early 90s, many a Saturday was spent playing with my dad’s papercutter (machine of fascination) – radio playing in the background, while he was sticking in pictures into albums. As photography was one of his hobbies, my sister and I have an disproportionate amount of albums of our childhoods: from baby to teenager when we refused to pose any longer.

The albums are nice:  he used to order pictures, some in different sizes so they would take up a whole page or cut them to size to fit more in, then he would write down dates and places with a white pencil on the black pages ( Or later less intriguing, a ballpoint on white paper.)

The Canon PowerShot A95

The ritual of picture taking and ordering has obviously changed, as the BBC recently pointed out: the digital camera changed our lives. We can take so many pictures now, not just 24 or 36 as used to be on the film roll, and we can delete and store to our heart’s content that we have become blasé. We forget that we make the pictures to remember dates, travels, reunions and that, by the time we are 86 and finally retired,  we probably will have lost the files. Or at least have forgotten who the guy on the right of DSCN-0752 was.  Our grandchildren will be able to delete years, highlights of our lives with one accidental click on the screen: for them never to return or be shared.

Thus my reasoning to make a real photo album – to have an actual copy of the pictures all together, of my life when it happened, in which I would put dates, names and places.

However, when I told my dear friend H this, he was genuinely puzzled why I would go through the trouble of ordering copies and then glueing them into an album. ( ” To play with the papercutter once more?”) He suggested to try and find a digital photo-company that supplied photobooks: all you have to do is play around with the lay-out and they will print the book for you.

It was a great idea, so instead of cutting and glueing to the radio, I shall be selecting and sizing to the wondrous encouraging playlist on my ITunes. Happy weekend everyone!