Erasing the Dust
Let’s start with an excerpt from an E-Mail I sent Stef this afternoon: “I almost had myself a little cry just a second ago. I’ve been working on scanning in the pictures my Mom gave me of my grandparents and then cleaning them up and I suddenly felt not only useful, but very important. You just realize at moments like that that all the silly little things you’ve picked up that you take for granted are eventually going to be very important to someone. If I had never learned Photoshop I wouldn’t be able to do this project for my Grandma and Mom.”
Last night when we were over at my parents’ house and spent a lot of time talking about old photographs and old stories and I ended up coming home with a bag full of old photographs which I planned on scanning in, touching up, and then printing out on our spiffy new printer.
Today I did that scanning and touching up and I felt very proud of myself as I did it, and very much like I was doing something useful and worthwhile. I suppose it is some gut instinct that if you do the silly shit you usually do for yourself but instead you do it for someone else, than maybe that somehow makes everything better. I don’t know why I got misty-eyed this afternoon but it seemed okay that I did.
The real kicker is I could’ve done half the work I did and everyone still would’ve been in love with the photographs I produced. The truth is “good enough” was good enough for me. I wanted these pictures to sparkle because I got involved in them like I do with all my work and I wanted to produce the best thing I could. Now when I look at the final product, even I am amazed.
And that’s a really nice feeling.