Today marks the anniversary of one of the most exciting, nerve-wracking, and happiest days of my life: my wedding.
Every once in awhile, I pull out the album of 8”x10” wedding photos that my parents purchased from the photographer. This year, I decided to take the time to archive the photos. Like a lot of family historians, I tend to get caught up with documenting and preserving the distant past, while letting the recent past slip by. Yet why should archiving the events of our own lives be any less important than the lives of our ancestors?
Here’s what I’m doing to preserve the photos:
- Remove the photos from the album and scan them to iPhoto on my computer. The album, thankfully, isn’t one of those magnetic ones that were so common in the 80’s, but it does have some sort of adhesive at the edge of each sleeve that is starting to erode and leech onto the pictures.
- Write an identifying caption on the back of each picture using an archival-safe ink pen.
- Replace the photos in the album (to preserve the order) until I can buy a new, archival quality 8x10 album to put them in.
- Put all the digital scans together as an digital album in iPhoto, cleaning each one up as necessary.
- Enter metadata to identify the people, place, and date for each photo.
- Burn two DVDs of the digital album, label them, and put them in different places.
- Back up my computer to an external hard drive and Mozy.
Yes, it takes some time, but it’s nothing compared to the time that went into planning the wedding. And aren’t those memories worth it?