Images, Images Everywhere

Imbolc                                                                      Cold Moon

Did I mention I transferred all my images, thousands literally, to this newer computer?  Did I mention that for some reason the pictures library here rearranged them in a seemingly random manner?  Requiring my image by image attention to slot them back into accessible folders.  Did I mention that?

Well, if I didn’t, I should have.  It’s taking me a very long time.  A great time suck and for some reason an almost obsessive need for order has taken over.  I need to have them all sorted and back in their places.  I’m not normally like this, at least I don’t think I am, but until this is done, everything else is on the back-burner.

Geez.

On the one hand sorting the images is a sort of psychometric. I and only I chose to save these specific images.  Why?  What do they mean?  Why does the same image appeal to me over and over?  What categories have I chosen as important?  Images of our gardens and our home seem right now to be the largest single collection, though the art collection is very big as are the various travel collections.  Then there’s all those shots of the grandkids.  Animals.  Climate and weather.  Cinema and television.  And on and on.

Some strange satisfaction in seeing the image, deciding on its classification, moving it and going on to the next image has me in its grip.  Some sort of librarian impulse.  Or taxonomist.

Odd.