Still, I find the combination of a scanner and Flickr very seductive. I realize that I'm building a database of personal pictures. The order of uploading doesn't matter because the beauty is all in the tags. I'll fly off into a tangent about how tags differ from a hierarchical system in some future blog.
In the evening yesterday, I reached into the photo suitcase for just three photos. I figure if I can manage a few per day, then over time, it will all add up. That is the type of thing that financial experts try to impress upon us. You know, if you didn't buy that Starbuck's Mocha Double-Double and banked the money, over the course of fifteen years you would have saved enough for your child's Harvard education. Or something like that.
I love old photos. This picture is of two guys who ran the guest house we stayed at near St. Sophia. We were drinking apple-flavoured tea. Jay will remember who they were as he remembers everything! I'll have to ask him what their names were.