Consumers have no idea which of their photos are stored where, for how long, at what resolution, and what would happen if their house was indeed destroyed, or their phone stolen.
It’s a given: we are all overwhelmed by the sheer number of photos we take, or that are being shared with us. With some of these, it’s no big deal if you accidentally missed viewing them, or if you can’t locate them again after you’ve first enjoyed them. With others, it does matter: According to our recent survey, 58% of photos on average are considered to be “long life” keepers.
The Rochester Institute of Technology is about to send you on a journey through Light, Movement, Emotion, and Connection, as captured over the course of one year by the university’s 70 photojournalism students.
In WDC, on assignment. Down-time. Check email. Friend request. Wander to Facebook. Oh, it’s someone from Baptist Town. Confirm. A post on her wall makes me stop. It says “RIP Butta”. Confused, but not yet alarmed, I go to another person’s page. A post on Nikki’s wall says the same. My blood runs cold. Find my phone, start dialing numbers. Sylvester Hoover, the man who owns the one business in Baptist Town, a convenience store and laundromat, is the first to answer. “Yeah, Butta’s dead” he tells me. “He was shot and killed yesterday.”