When I was in the art show biz I had a lady in my booth at a show that asked if I could remember where I shot one of my photos she was viewing.
I remarked that I can’t remember when my wife tells me to fix something around the house, or to water her plants when she’s out of town, or to get milk when I’m out running around. I can’t remember peoples names, and have to use the calendar in my email account to remind me of things to do, but I can amazingly remember the exact location, time, and other info about every single image I have in my booth or on my website.
Now I can understand if you’re a landscape photographer, as it would be easy to remember where you shot a landscape, but I have about eight hundred images of random leaves, flowers, feathers, shells, lily pads, frogs, dragonflies, butterflies, snails, etc, and I can remember each image and exactly where I was and when I photographed it.
Isn’t that weird how those photos have burn into my memory, but yet my memory is so poor in other areas.