"Photos are less markers of memories than they are Web-browser bookmarks for our lives." How so? Certainly not for myself. Albeit anecdotal, but I spend much mo

"Photos are less markers of memories than they are Web-browser bookmarks for our lives." How so? Certainly not for myself. Albeit anecdotal, but I spend much more time these days joyfully poring over high-def Iphone photos snapped on trips away or of portraits of loved ones. Thank you. I take several gigs of photos and videos of my two children every month, which I religiously back up to multiple places. As my boys get older, they love it when I open up a folder of media and get to watch themselves from times before they had developed the mental faculties to form memories of these events. I love it too. A year ago in a child's life seems like an eternity, and I cherish my photos and videos of what seems like such a long time ago. That's why the first piece of advice I give new parents is, "You have a camera on your phone, use it every single day." Our memories are so fallible and life can be so wonderful, I don't understand how people can object to bottling up as much of it as possible to savor over and over again.