The closest I can come to meeting some of my relatives, those who live far away and those who are long gone.
Travel, and the 34985720934875 photos we come back with.
Childhood.
Wind-up disposable cameras. Point-and-shoot film camera. Point-and-shoot digital camera. My brand new SLR that I am almost afraid to use--less I drop it, get something in the lens, get it wet, etc...
The various photo albums that can be found around our house, and the unprinted digital photos sitting in files on the computer.
The anticipation of dropping off a roll of film, and the resulting disappointment or surprise.
My parents' wedding photos.
Middle school and high school dances, field trips, football games. Senior pictures.
My step dad taking capturing my most unflattering moments. Christmas morning. Me, sleeping in the back seat. Me blowing out my birthday candles with balloon cheeks.
A way of capturing moments that I want to remember.
A single moment in time--frozen forever. (Now that's deep)
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