Even though I’m an engineer, I am often a technological klutz. I think I just resist technology, or maybe it’s a love-hate thing. The end of pictures is the worst thing about our ubiquitous small devices, for me.

What can she mean? you are thinking, there are more pictures now than ever. That’s exactly the problem. When I had to print the pictures, and choose the best ones, and put them in albums, I had them. I could readily turn to, say, vacation in Samoa, just by finding the right volume. (Except that I have never been to Samoa.) Now I ignore them. After all, I think, they are in one of these files somewhere. And I’m sure they are, all with the same smugly uninformative names. Hundreds of them.

I am familiar with some of the organizing tools available for pictures, and I use Google Photos in a desultory fashion. I also keep my Gravatar updated (did you notice?).  I like Snapchat, too: Look at this!–and now it’s gone. Most of my cohort are not members, however. So here are a few snaps for the blog audience.