My trip marked my second time ever flying in an airplane, my first time traveling out of the south as an adult, and my first big vacation that I have funded entirely on my own. Naturally, I anticipate taking photos of my time there.
I know what you are thinking. Does she not have an omnipotent smart phone or something? Of course I do. What am I a cave woman? In fact, some would say I qualify as a camera phone abuser as I even take pictures of pictures. This is where the problem exists, and upon admitting my denial of said abuse, I did reach an epiphany.
Too often, I tend to desperately over-document the wonderful adventures in my life. I believe there is a line that needs drawing regarding this practice. Beyond this line is where we stop experiencing our moments in pure reality. We are perpetually stuck behind a lens, or a screen, or frantically checking ourselves in to various locations on Facebook like a bunch of addicts. This is precisely why I decided to forgo my cell phone as means to do anything other than inform my mother I am still alive while on my trip.
This is where the Kodak comes in to play. Not only is there a certain novelty to using an old product that always sufficed for me in the past (think high school prom and senior pep-rallies), but there are other benefits of going this route as well. First, there is none of that — let’s retake the same photo over ten different times until we are all lined up with our good sides showing — business. You snap the photo and move on. Second, there is no temptation to tag, describe, and check subsequent likes and comments via social media. All of which are taking away from the present moment. At very least, save that stuff for later.
Finally, there is what I consider the top attribute of the disposable camera, and that is what happens once you return home. It’s magical. Unlike a stale, over-viewed photo on your phone, you get to freshly relive the whole adventure over again after you impatiently wait for your film to develop. There is just something extra sentimental about a tangible photo.
Honestly, I couldn’t stop my travel buddy half pint from tagging me in every location we stopped, and I am guilty of taking a few quick pictures with my phone, but I am content in knowing that I held true to my promise of unplugging and use of a disposable camera (until I jammed the button at least). Now, I can finally fill my collection of photo frames with pictures from my life and get rid of the creepy stock photos of random families and couples currently occupying them.
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