Every year for the past decade, I’ve given friends and family a photo calendar with thirteen of my favorite images from the previous year: twelve months plus a cover.
Every December, choosing pictures for my calendar gives me an excuse to revisit my photo archives: a way to literally re-view the previous year.
They say that when you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes.
Since I’ve never died, I don’t know whether that is true, but I can say this: it’s interesting to revisit your life once a year.
Every December when I finally take time to scroll through my photo archives, I worry I won’t find thirteen photos worthy of sharing, and every December, those worries are unfounded.
Throughout the year, I don’t try to take calendar-worthy photos: most of the photos I take are snapped at offhand moments when I see something that interests my eye.
I guess you could say I’m a collector of images: when I see something interesting, I capture the moment by snapping a photo.
I see this year-round scavenging of images as akin to my almost-daily journal-keeping: if I want to know what I was doing this time last year or the year before, I can check my blog, journal, or photo archives.
This morning I watched a slideshow of images from each of the past ten years’ calendars: a decade’s worth of images.
For each of these pictures, I remembered the circumstances surrounding the shot: I remembered which photos were shot while walking the dog, which were shot in the backyard, which were shot in a parking lot on my way to teach, and which were shot on my way to or from the grocery store.
Where anyone else sees a collection of pretty pictures, I see ten years’ worth of otherwise mundane moments.
Anyone else sees what it is the photo, but I remember what was happening outside the frame.
The photos illustrating today’s post come from this year’s photo calendar. You can see past calendar sets here. Enjoy!