print your social media photos

23 Saturday Jan 2016

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instagram, memories, online, photo album, printing photos, real life, social media

I don’t get many photos printed anymore. I scroll through them on a small screen instead, which isn’t the same. Having an actual album in your hands feels like such a luxury.

Once a year I download my Instagram piccies into a little square soft cover album. I go to the cheapest photo book site, a lot of them do it, some of them can even interface with Instagram and automatically load one square photo per page. There’s no need to write text within it. It’s quick. It’s simple. It’s clean and crisp.

I don’t print photos from other social media – not Facebook or Twitter. Instagram is where I put the visual stuff.

I’ve just got round to doing my 2015 Instagram which should arrive soon. What I love most about doing this is that it’s a visual overview of what grabbed my attention last year. There’s definitely a pattern in what I find notable, beautiful and funny and it changes each year based on where my life was focused.

These little books are a small and tangible reminder of an instant snap shared, that would otherwise not be savoured beyond that one fleeting moment.

Melbourne Cup

06 Tuesday Nov 2012

Posted by laurenetrim in animals, musings

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gambling, history, memories, sport

The “race that stops a nation” was run today with a reported $300m swapping hands (mostly in one direction towards the bookies, I’m figuring).

I won $100 on the sweeps at work – but for years I didn’t enter them. As a child, every teacher would run a class sweep for the Cup. I named my beloved toy donkey ‘Think Little’ as he was my very own baby brother to the mighty Think Big. I’d won a purse made out of a coconut for drawing him in my grade 1 sweep. Then I had a few lean years.

Tragedy struck in Grade 5. We all got to draw a name out of the hat for our classroom sweep. The year was 1979 and I drew a fantastic horse called Dulcify. He was a favourite but ‘broke down’ at the last turn to the straight. I didn’t understand what had happened until the tv showed him down on the ground with the vets all around him. I cried and cried.

A by-the-by line in the media gave away the news that a horse was destroyed at Flemington today.

“Oliver had a rollercoaster day after waking to headlines questioning whether he should be riding at all.
His ride in race one – Write the Cheque – finished well down the track, then in race four mount Rose of Peace broke down and was destroyed.”

And just like that, I’m back in grade 5 and I remember Dulcify. Won’t ever forget him.