I’ve set myself a target of sorting 100 “analogue” photos a day. If I stick to the schedule I could finish the cull within a year or two. As expected, I’ve come across shots of people and places I have little recollection of. Also, photos I remembered as being quite good now look mediocre. Conversely, shots that I had never given a second glance to now don’t look that bad. How time fades the memory.