As you must guess by now, I do take a lot of photos. In fact I maintain a spreadsheet which tells me how many shots I've taken with all my successive digital cameras since going digital in 2000. The total is currently just over 85,000. Of course I've ruthlessly edited this, keeping only around 50,000, but then there's all the pre-digital stuff going back to 1965 to be added on - prints, and before that, transparencies, mostly not yet scanned into digital form. I don't know, say a ballpark figure of around 70,000 images to manage.
Unlike many people, I look at past images all the time. And I can because they have always, since my teens, been meticulously arranged in accessible storage boxes (if transparencies or prints), or in a logical hierarchy of folders on my PC (if digital). All of the digital ones have several backups. I don't mean to lose anything!
Photography is one of the enduring passions of my life. How wonderful that transitioning never could make the slightest difference to my main hobby. Nor incidentally, to any of the others: books, maps, art, food, travel, driving, walking, clothes and accessories... the emphasis simply shifted a little. Put it another way, so far as my main interests were concerned, I was Lucy - unconsciously - decades before that moment in 2008 when I woke up. I had no specifically male-gendered interests, and so I haven't had to discard anything simply because it seemed 'too male' and would jar with a female persona. I didn't even have to change or modify my handwriting. It was all seamless; it must have helped me keep cool and sane through the process.
One of the practical functions of photography is to bring back memories and transport yourself to distant places you have visited. What a fantastic thing this is, when you are ill or largely immobilised. I can whizz at will to favourite foreign places and recall the exact moment. Such as in Rome in 2009:
There are no dummies so well dressed as Roman dummies. I also visited the Vatican:
That really is my photograph, but it's a technical cheat: I shot a programme about the Pope on the TV, and did not actually have a private audience with him. But let me make the point that you can take pictures for your own travel collection from any source that comes to hand. Why not? How else will you shoot an erupting volcano in the Andes, or a walkabout on Mars?
Italy stole my heart. I especially loved Florence. I spent hours there, just wandering around:
The Ponte Vecchio, and the seething crowd of tourists on it. Girls fascinated by the 'living statues' near the Uffizi Gallery. How I longed to be dressed like them:
There were gorgeous bags in shop windows:
Some girls wore as many as three bags at once, although that did seem a little excessive:
The freedom of wandering about alone made me bold. I found it easy and natural to not only ask for a tub of ice cream, but specify the flavours:
Ah, fond memories. Let's instantly change the mood and location - let's now go off to Hong Kong in 2007: Wanchai at lunchtime, and Kowloon at night:
I hope I've made my point. Even if I were bedbound for the rest of my life, and could never travel anywhere again, I have ways to see the world!