This, of course, raises a good question. Why do I refuse to throw away anything developed on photographic paper? I think it's because I've found a lot of joy studying old photos, and there's a part of me that thinks maybe some day, someone will feel the same way looking through my old snapshots. One hundred years from now, maybe these will serve as some sort of chronicle of my life.
Of course, as is often the case, this answer only raised more questions.
What story will my photos tell 100 years from now? Perhaps I'll scan and post a selection of the photos that are tucked away in my little shoebox someday. Hopefully, someone who doesn't know the whole story behind these pictures will be gracious enough to write my story, so that I can get a glimpse of what someone might think a century from now. In the meantime, let me just tell you a little about some of what the shoe box contains. I'll try to describe these from an outsider's perspective, not with the life experience that goes hand-in-hand with having been present when these photos were taken.
Well, there are lots more, and most of them are as disjointed as these. There are a few common subjects, but it's hard to imagine what story someone who didn't know me might put together based solely on these images.
For now, my wife has convinced me that this post is further evidence of my narcissism, so it's time to stop the music. I'll leave you with this question - what story will your pictures tell 100 years from now?