oh, i miss you. i came late to the scene but you were there with welcoming arms; the flickr community of that time.
now i want to preserve my 138,969 (mostly private) uploaded items. preferably before paying them more money for features like storage and selling facial data secretly.
the first photo i uploaded to flickr in 2007, and the second, and maybe twenty to forty more odd photos that are probably lost to time, a tragic fate.
i deleted them all without backing them up. i wanted a “fresh start”.
photo number one reuploaded since then is still there, i believe. “godiva had more hair than me” / “cut it off” (no, don’t!)
june 21, 2008 – day one of my first 365?
i’ve been vlogging 24/7, which mostly means “recording myself while i sit at my desk.”
in picture number two, i am reading the instructional booklet for my old point and shoot. aw. find that one yourself; i should be wearing more at 15 so i won’t voluntarily post that here. the focus is bad.
100 views, 3 comments! oh internet, you were too kind.
i edit, but not as much as a i shoot. i have a backlog; photos and video. where to put my art? patreon? wordpress? weigh in, please.
“Suga and I spent lots of today together. I love this girl. I love spending time with her. We went and got cheeseburgers (i can has cheezburger? is the theme for today), then we got a caramel-ish milkshake to share. It was caramel coffee goodness. We also wandered through Newbury Comics and looked at the hamburger phone they had there and the candy cigarettes. She’s thinking of dying the reddish parts of her hair purple. Opinions? After that we went to CVS and got junk food for what we’re about to do, which is watch Sweeney Todd (she has the dvd).”
the captions are honestly half the gold, especially to a nostalgic cancer sun like myself.
next. world’s most awkward smile combined with a beautiful myspace angle.
oh, yes. zoomed in. or, more likely, cropped.
then we have my first “popular” photo. “popular”
someone quoted it on yahoo answers asking how to get the fucked up haircut i had then
later, i would get even more views.
the next two are simply titled “Brits don’t celebrate the 4th of July.” i wish i was 15 year old me. she was fearless.
ohhh, my eyeliner was so good. also? this is still prior to the full glory of flickr’s golden era.
yeah, it got so much better. i improved so much. i even owe so much of my photography skill to that data-mining website
next: angst was easier with long hair
if i did this for a year, would anyone care? if i shared a huge backlog while posting SOME new content, too?
next, a close-up pic of my teenage feet. skip forwards.
see, i used to do things.
like pee. and travel!
and then, every photo displays the exif data beautifully, unfortunately. you can click on a link on the site to show more of it;
i used to be terrible at scanning things. like, really bad. i guess i just didn’t care. i wouldn’t fix it in editing or anything. with that said,
i called her suga when i was 15. a nickname i made up that she accepted.
but mostly, i wasn’t scanning. i was using my still-beloved point and shoot canon.
july 13th, 2008 (uploaded one day later):
aw, my eyebrows were cute considering there was probably no makeup whatsoever on them and i STILL PLUCKED THEM TOO because, you know, it was the 2000’s.
the makings of a storm in my head in a time of, while not peace, not misery and suffering either.
i have improved a lot in photography since july 14, 2008. and i still think the final shot of this “series” is creative:
and with that, for now, without even getting into remotely solid gold, i bid you adieu. for now.