When was it that Paul, Harold, and I spent a zany day shooting video in Berlin? I couldn’t find it. (I have 32,000 photos, most of them not tagged, on Flickr; finding anything is a bitch.) So I queried Google with “berlin jay cross” and came up with this fascinating page. What a flood of memories!
Up popped photos of not only Paul and Harold but also Donald Clark, the Santa Claus at KaDeWe, Jeff Staes, Ignatia de Waart, Doug Engelbart, Bert de Coutere, Rebecca Strohmeyer, George Siemens, the Brandenburg Gate, the Christmas Market, Raines Cohen, Jos Arets, Vivien Heinjen, Allen Tough, George Leonard (he coined the term “Human Potential Movement”), Peter Isaacson, Jaan Netzow, Buthaina Alothman, David Hassselhoff, me dressed as Santa, Jane Hart, Sarah Frame, Angela Merkel, Charles Jennings, Robin Good, the Berlin Wall, Adolf Hitler, JFK, Graham Attwell, Karl Marx, the cover of my book on Learning Architecture, and a chicken thinking “I dream of a world where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned.”
Turns out this took place in October 2010.
Photographs are such wonderful reminders of things past. I’m a snap shop guy, not of these folks toting around 2-pound Nikons and a bag of lenses. Give me a camera that fits in my pocket. Unobtrusively.
Just as I rely on my journals and blogs to refresh memories of the past, I let my photos retrieve the good times I’ve had. Photos enrich one’s life.
Thinking a few decades out, I expect images are going to replace alphabets. Your brain has to go through a lot of computation to make out letters, assemble words, and understand the meaning of sentences and paragraphs. We weren’t born to do this symbol manipulation.
We humans are sight mammals. We were born to see, not to spell. Of course it’s better if the images move.