02/03/2023
(I've shared this before and I'm sharing it again. And I will probably share it a gazillion more times. Because photos, well, photos are the closest we have to a time machine.)
This photo sits in my office in a silver frame. I was in kindergarten when it was taken. It was the night of my first ballet recital and I am being held by my dad-a man I utterly adored. He died many many years ago.
As we all know, time has a way of erasing details, but I will always remember the details of his face-the twinkle in his eye, the curve of his jaw. I look at this picture and remember the strength of his arms. I can even smell his aftershave.
Why do I recall these things?
Because somebody in my family cared enough to take and print pictures like this.
And while this picture was important to me when he was alive-it is absolutely priceless NOW.
Remember, the full value of a photo is only understood years after it is taken. Print them NOW.
