A Photographer’s Sophia’s Choice

I have this vague memory of a family friend or a relative visiting my parents when I was very young, and we had to sit and look at their vacation photographs on a slide projector. It was boring. Loads of bad, nearly identical photographs to wade through, and my parents, being polite folks that they were, insisted that I sit there quietly instead of wandering off to read a book while using the family dog as my pillow. For a…