One of the neat tricks that digital tools do behind the scenes for me is back up the photographs I take with my phone. Every picture I snap, whether it includes the edge of my finger or a blurry ghost where one of my daughters was just a second ago, uploads to Google photos shortly after I take it. The result is a huge digital scrapbook organized by date that I end up scrolling through every week or so, for one reason or another.
For the last few years, I've appreciated this cloud-enabled ready access to all my snapshots because scrolling through the photo archive brings back memories. Sure, the archive is handy for work, where I use my camera to augment my haphazard note taking, but my photographs really serve a more personal purpose because most of them, and certainly the best of them, record my daughters who are always a little smaller the farther down the page I scroll.
In response to this reflective prompt from Kim Douillard, I returned to my Google photos to find my best pictures of 2015. I never find expert photographs in my collection, so my selections are generally my pretty girls in pretty scenery. Oddly, when I scroll through the volumes, instead of lamenting that I am no photographer, I end up grateful that I'm a persistent, if novice, one.