These pictures show me what everyone used to look like. It shows my parents house and how it used to be. I’m reminded of vacations I thought I had forgotten about, a dress I forgot I used to wear all the time because it was similar to one my mom owned. It reminded me of an embarrassing crush I had on my Uncle Ted.
These photos aren’t just photos, they are memories of me and my family.
And the best part? Technically speaking they are crappy pictures. There’s lots of fuzzy ones, there’s some of me and my brother where Jason’s head is cut off. There’s a lot where the subject is off to one side. And yet, I smile at each one of these photos.
I normally overly critical of my photos. If it looks fuzzy, I delete it. I try to make my candid shots better composed, but in reality, when Carley is older and wants to remember her first vacation she isn’t going to give a crap about any of that. She’s going to look at what I look at…the people, the places and the feelings it brings back just simply by looking at it.
Photos aren’t just well-composed portraits, they are someone’s memories.
Maybe I’m just a sentimental softie, but scanning these pictures has been one project I am so glad I took on.