My favorite grandniece (well, I only have one, I guess) celebrated her first birthday last Wednesday. Which surprised me — her parents run the most active child blog maybe in history, and I have heard so much about this kid already that I assumed she was at least two or three years old.
The blog is a welcome oasis of happiness in the usually dismal news of the day, in fact, but I was teasing her mother (one of my two favorite nieces of the two I’ve got) about all the attention her daughter gets. “How many photos have you taken of her so far?” I asked. “Your digital camera will tell you.”
Turned out the answer was about 7,000. 7,000! (A year, by the way, is made up of 8,760 hours, so 7,000 equals a photo about every 75 minutes. Every single day. Of the same little girl.) I suppose, actually, that many photos get taken of, say, Scarlett Johansson or Angelina Jolie, every time they walk outside, but we’re talking here about a (as of last Wednesday) one-year-old.
So I laughed about that a bit, and then a day later it occurred to me to check out how many digital photos I’d taken during that same year, June 2 to June 2. Not all of the same kid, it’s true, but when I added things up from my two cameras, the answer was (d..r..u..m r..o..l..l..) 13,779.
13,779! In one year! That’s, like, close to 200% of 7,000. (In my defense, let me say that at least a dozen or so of the pictures were very very good.)
I was so embarrassed that the next day I went over to a gathering in central Maine and shot 542 more.