With the photos of the Paramount Theatre and Jones Playhouse, I discovered, rather to my surprise, that I had LOTS of photos to include in my SoFoBoMo book. Too many photos, in fact. In order to cut the book down to some reasonable size that I’d have a hope of getting under the 15MB limit, I’d have to cut an awful lot of photos.
That’s ok. I whacked the book in half – and now I have TWO sofobomo books. I did this, and I was feeling pretty chuffed. The stuff from the first two theatres I’d photographed had been edited down pretty heavily, and at around 22-25 photos each, the book was just about the right size. I tweaked some text, rubbed the corners with a rag moistened with spit to shine it up a bit, and called it done. Whew – one book finished. The pressure was off.
This morning, I sat down to edit the second book, aka Part II. I’m scrolling through page after page of photos, and it suddenly occurs to me that I still have way too many photos. There I was, editing out photos I really liked, because I was again aiming for 20-25 photos of each theater. Now that’s an arbitrary goal, and I can change the goal as I please, but as a first cut I wanted to aim at that for a host of reasons, some of which I’d have trouble articulating. My son once commented that “Editing something you’ve written is hard, because every time you cut a sentence, it feels like you’re killing your own children.” That’s pretty close to how I felt.
I can see the book getting better, but it sure hurts to cut some of those photos. It’s not that they don’t belong, it’s that I finally have a sense of where I want the book to go, and these fine photos are not pushing that direction. It’s a weird feeling.