the past week i began taking on a job that will probably last for a few weeks. my mother literally had a 15 gallon rubbermaid storage bin crammed with loose photographs and negatives (as a photo major, i nearly had a heart attack). aside from a few rolls of prints still being in their respective envelopes, they weren't organized in any way. i started organizing them by decades and continued to refine down to chronological order. currently, i'm about 1/4 of the way through. i have one album from my mom's seventies and eighties heydays, one album from 1988-1991, and a box filled with studio and school photographs. while i was leafing through the photos, i threw out underexposed, irrelevant, or bent/torn photos, but did manage to keep a few that i liked for myself that would have otherwise been tossed.