Last week I decided I wanted to have reprints made of some of my favorite photographs from Europe, including the Venetian Gondolas and the one I used for the Venice Skin. I also have some of the Eiffel tower that were lost when I left the law firm. I had the envelopes that the prints were in, but years ago when I returned from Germany I packed my negatives separately so that if the pictures were lost I would still have my negatives. You can see where this is going, right? Thursday night I stayed up to 3:30am, on a mission to find the negatives. At work on Friday, I just wanted to get home to find my negatives. All weekend long I’ve been on a cleaning and reorganizing mission, which is actually a really good thing. I’m enjoying the overall clean effect – but even after going through every nook & cranny in my bedroom, I couldn’t find the negatives. 2 huge lawn-size trash bags have gone out. 2 boxes of clothes to Good Will. 4 large stacks of paper to recycle. I’m cleaning out! But no negatives.
Then it occurred to me. I have a box in the closet in Jason’s room marked “photos”. It’s a huge box and it has pictures all the way back to probably Junior High. Could I have possibly put the negatives in there? You know… some place logical? Maybe I should look?
YES!!! Sweet success at last! Now I have negatives from Rothenberg, Nurnberg, Munich, Salzberg, Venice, Rome, Cannes, Paris, and Switzerland. I’m so happy. Deliriously happy almost. And I have already started to set up a photo filing system – so after I bring them back from having the reprints done, I’ll store them in a safe place. Where I will know to find them.