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In the early days of photography the only way one can immortalized one's image is to get it done at the Photo studio. Before that through paintings or sculptures and it never reach to anyone in the society. Only photography allows everyone to get a photo of oneself. Now anyone with the Smartphone could photographed anything he or she wishes and kept that images in the computer or in the Clouds. The question here is it save, what with the ever changing technology. Remember all the images stored in the floppy disk and disket can no longer be retrieved and I believed even the VCD and the DVD would be obsolete soon. So if you had not turn all the images or at least a few into hard copy you are going for a  shocked!  With the ever changing technology you would no longer be able to see those memories of yours. Recently my eldest granddaughter phone caput and she lost all the photos of her first child. She cried! Lucky for her the others in the family kept some images of our first great grandchildren. I told her to make hard copy but she did not. In fact I took the trouble to print some hard copy and in a way saved the day. Remember technology changes at a lighting speed and if we did not do a hard copy of digitized products probably we are going to lose it for good. So folks do make a ritual of printing a few images every few months so that those memories get immortalized. I did! 

The above image of an event in the early seventies is from a hard copy in my album. It shows me with Pak Lah ( later became the 5th PM) the Director of Youth in the Ministry of CYS Malaysia. I was then his Assistant Director. We were then in our early thirties. 

Have a nice day. 
 

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Syazni Rahim said…
That's the concern for me too, personally i still prefer hardcopy, maybe not all photos, but some for sure. :)
October 8, 2020 at 6:53 AM
Pak Idrus said…
Syaz Rahim, Thanks for the visit. Do make Hard copy of some photo. Pick a few and get it printed once in two months or get a printer. I got a printer to print our Cicit's and I give up after the nine month ha ha! Dah bagi the printer to the Cicit mother. It for real and not to take it lightly.

Have a nice day
October 8, 2020 at 2:01 PM
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