Literally hundreds of pics a day. Obsessive. Most are probably only interesting to me. Someone criticized offhanded, that they don't understand the purpose and it's a fair point. Actually is counterproductive in a way. Sort of how the screen mesmerizes, to a detrimental effect. But as in hoarding, there is a manic, and delirious method to the madness, perhaps with a purpose that can't quite be articulated until a certain point is realized. Here is a random selection of fragments of the conscious process. They all are. But here's a few. From the previous week. Actually every one has a specific, different purpose, like multitasking. Eventually to be filed in hundreds of albums for those purposes. Some albums havn't even been started yet. Others have obscure titles, like "street light signals", "handicap icons", "island planters", "dirty snow", "lsd (lakeshore drive) lamposts", "bridges" or I have many different "stuff to organize". folders. Somehow I still have storage space.