I’m a photographer. As in, one who takes photographs (notice I didn’t say “I’m a good photographer”). In fact it’s been a boon to my memory, this smartphone-camera revolution. Think about it, today it costs you nothing to snap a picture and have it on hand wherever you go.
I don’t think it’s an overestimation to say that 99 percent of the photos taken in the world today never see any physical form, and only exist in cyberspace, to be viewed through screens of various sizes on smartphones, tablets, or computer monitors, if at all. Even in the business of putting out a magazine, we print a lot of photos in ink on paper, but we post many more on the Web site and in our iPad edition. And if I could show you the hundreds of outtakes from our photoshoots with minute shifts of angle and F-stop and so on, you’d get an even larger sense of the boats we cover and the days we and our photographers spend on them (if you had lots and lots of time). But back to the snapshot idea as an aid to memory.