Back in the days before smart phones, I had a thing called a camera. It was just like a phone, except all it did was take pictures. You couldn’t run any apps on it, or call your mom even. It was really primitive.
Anyway, I gained a reputation for being a really good photographer. It took me a while to figure out why, but I finally discovered the secret: take thousands of shots, and keep the best ten or so. No one ever sees all my mistakes; all they ever see is my best, that is, the ones where I accidentally did something right.
Believe it or not, there was a time even before digital cameras. In those days there was a song called “The Gambler”, by a man called Kenny Rogers, who sang, “The secret to surviving is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep.” Full disclosure: my survival has never been at stake as a hobbyist photographer, thank goodness.
So, that’s all about me. I love talking about me. Thanks!
Oh, wait, I was supposed to be answering a question. Here’s what you do: wait until you’re in a bad mood, preferably because of the people in your family, but any bad mood will do. Then, start going through your family photos. Keep 5–10 per thousand, and put the other 990 in a box in your closet or something. Be ruthless. Lean toward putting every one of them in the box, and keep only the ones that really jump out at you, the ones that you would be heartbroken never to see again. Don’t get all sentimental, or you’ll end up keeping a bunch of substandard shots. You really have to grit your teeth, but once you’re done, you’ll have a handful of keepers, and a bunch that should never have come into existence.
Be sure to keep the ones that put you in the best light as well. Then you can put your best photos in an album, and everyone will exclaim over the quality of the pictures, and especially how nice you look in all of them. If anyone says, “Wow, you used to be quite attractive,” you may gut-punch them, really hard if it’s your domestic partner.