Interesting thoughts on snapshots. Snapshots seem like and artless, frantic attempt to record a moment, sans artistry, to preserve for future reminsciing. 01 or so years ago, I would troll the local flea market in Park Slope, Brooklyn, where there was a combination of the typical flea market fare plus odd local scavengers selling used and trash-picked oddities. One always had a box of old photos, and I would rummage through it and buy a few once in awhile. I have a collection of all these old photos, discarded snapshots, moments on the beach, smiling and posing in front of a house, etc etc, taht are completely abstracted from their memories, and useless. I took odd pleasure in storing these snapshots - artless and old, but a collection of cast offs nonetheless. Someday I will do something with them.

And yes, I went on a tangent!

Thanks for sharing your blog.

Megan