What I thought was a relatively simple question turned out to not be so simple.
What’s my oldest photo?
A) If we’re being literal but not too literal (i.e., something by Matthew Brady or Daguerre), starting with actual photos I have, it would be photos of my parents before they were married, so, like 1954 or 1955.
B) If it’s a photo of me, somewhere around here I have photos of me as a baby. There may or may not be a dinosaur in the background.
C) If it’s a photo I took, somewhere around here (okay, I have a bit of a filing issue to resolve) I have some old “120” negatives (and possibly prints) from my first real camera, a Brownie. I remember using it when I was about eleven or twelve on a summer vacation to Washington, D.C.
D) If it’s the first photo I know I can put my hands on quickly, it’s a slide showing my little sister on a tricycle in the driveway of our house in Arlington Heights, Illinois. It’s labeled “1” as my slides are in pretty decent order for some reason.
E) If it’s the first photo I have in digital format, it’s slide #22, which would have been taken just a few days or weeks after we moved to Vermont when I was thirteen. It’s one of several that I scanned several years back for one of my high school reunions. Someday I’ll get all of the other slides scanned.
F) If it’s the first photo I have that’s taken with a digital camera, then it’s from February 1999, taken at Magic Mountain with an Epson point-and-shoot at 640×480 resolution. I know this camera was my first digital camera, from my dad who worked at Epson. It was probably a Christmas gift so there may be earlier photos than this from that camera, if I could stumble across the floppy disk or Zip Disk that has the older ones.
For your dining and dancing pleasure, here are slides #22, #33, and #34 from section “E” above. Probably all taken the same day, the first shows the view from atop the hill in our back yard, while the other two show the ice built up next to the waterfall in the middle of town.