In 2007 I became accidental beneficiary of almost 200 VHS cassettes of recorded television, taped by an indirect elderly relative.
The collection is salvaged. The thought of all those quantifiable hours becoming obsolete (destined for the tip) made me shudder -couldn't bear the thought of them slipping through my fingers and into oblivion.
It's an 'inheritance' the same way an archeologist receives the shards he unearths, or the way a historian recognises precious forgotten documents sidelined in attics. I feel responsible for it.
In March 2010 I started systematically watching the tapes, taking the role of archivist/couch potato.
This is about 5% of all the screen shots I take during the process of watching and cataloguing each cassette.