Travel Photography Legacy – Passion For Travel – Eddie Evans
Saturday, November 1st, 2008I have a long time pen-pal friend, Eddie Evans. He is retired and living in one of those retirement-magnet states – that could be in the southeast corner of America. He and I have been pen-pals for 25 years or so. To this day, he still taps out his long letters on an old Smith Corona in a walk-in closet (but I won’t go there).
With him in that cramped closet are thousands upon thousands of photos. Virtually all in stacks of boxes. In those boxes are a legacy of curiosity, determination, and a passion of travel.
Among the photos are pictures of presidents and politicians he’s stalked, celebrities he’s caught in candid moments, and the beauty and uniqueness that makes up this world. He’s taken umpteen photos of Space Shuttle launches, of an ocean of crosses on the coast of Normandy, and hurricane devastation. Every one of the hundreds of photos he has sent me are meticulously labeled – typed on a sticker and applied to the back.
He’s sent me pictures of parades, protests, fancy cars, cobble-stoned streets, advertisements, street signs, fashion, video on telly, museum displays, yachts, restaurants, historical sights, churches, emblems, and details one would normally overlook. He rarely sends me landscapes, pristine ocean scenes, or majestic mountains. They have to be interesting people, a wreckage of some sort, and
Eddie Evans doesn’t just look at the big picture or the grand panorama. He focuses and hones in on the details. He doesn’t see one focal point, but the what surrounds it. Eddie tells a story with his pictures and conveys what he sees – not what you want to see. Sure, he could take a “post card” picture – in his sleep. But he wants us to take in the WHOLE picture. He sent me a picture from a St. Patrick’s Day Parade. Was it a parade float? A leprechaun? No, a fashionably dressed parade attendee, of course.
Now, all of this is leading up to the big question. Here is a man who has boxes full of thousands of photos, all taken with skill and passion. What is to happen to them? Shouldn’t there be a place for them to be appreciated?
I have dozens of photo albums from my world travels – sitting on a shelf. (On top of that I always ordered double prints, so the doubles are in boxes in storage) I have a graveyard of PC hard drives in my basement. I have dozens of CD’s full of hundreds of gigabytes photos. This is different from previous generations. Despite all our travels growing up. my parents had a few photo albums and a few shoe boxes full of photos to show for it. So, what to do!?!?
Today, the on-line community has provided another platform for others to share their pics. Despite it being unlimited, I find it very limiting. Who has the time to spend appreciating the massive amount of photos and clicking or scrolling through the ones that don’t interest you? I have a Flickr photo website. Despite the website containing the post card style landscapes, the pretty nature shots, family photos, along side the detailed and human interest shots, the overwhelming most popular shots are (drum roll) the front of the Chanel Boutique in Paris and a yacht basin Monaco.
Look, I have no answers here. I want them from you. What should be done with Eddie Evans photos? Of course, he’ll will them to his family but what should they do. Stick them on a shelf. There’s just too many to put in albums. Sorting through them would take weeks!
The big reason I’m asking is, I suppose, it comes down to why do we take them in the first place? I haven’t looked at some of my albums for years. And I’m not the type to break them out and thrust them on people. Yet, I’ve spent a fortune on having them printed and inserting them in expensive albums – let alone take the time to organize them. When someone’s house burns down and while sifting through the charred mess, they’re comment is always “I’ve lost all my family photos”. You mean the ones in the albums that were on the shelf gathering dust?
Well, Trippers, any answers? Suggestions? Questions?
Happy Halloween Tripping, Carter











