The instant availability of an astonishing variety of images (or music, art, moving pictures) is, at first thought, truly liberating. But I try to recall certain photographs created within the last few years (or songs, for that matter) that I have cared to hold on to; that resonate because I have invested time in seeking them, learning about them, and spending time studying and enjoying them. When the next similar image--or even something better--is just a click away, it loses anything truly special that cements itself in my mental library. Over the course of many years growing up, I spent hours studying a single photograph (or song, or piece of art) and that time investment and the effort it took for me to find it (at a museum, or to purchase a copy in a book) made it exponentially more valuable to me. in the freedom of the internet, this value is sorely lost.