My sister always says, that it is so worth taking heaps of photos, for the memories that will come to you later as you look back on them.
She speaks with a lot of experience. She takes, HEAPS of photos.
She doesn’t have many photos of when she was a baby, and so I think she has spent the majority of her life, kind of making up for that fact, and making sure that her kids, will have tonnes of them.
I think I’ve kind of taken that from her. I too, love photos. Currently there are approximately, no exaggeration, 2000 of them waiting to be filed into photo albums at my less than likely leisure. I fell behind before baby girl was born, and thinking like the stupid parentless ‘know-it-all’ I was, that I would catch up while on maternity leave with her…
Yeah, right. Like that ever happened. 3 and a half years later and they’re still PILING UP.
But anyway. I love them, and in the most old school way – hard copy in a PHOTO ALBUM.
I’ve been doing heaps with photos lately, and it’s just reminded me how amazing and beautiful these snapshots into time can be.
In just over a week we’ll be celebrating my parents 50th wedding anniversary. We’re doing a few special things on the night, and one of them, to highlight their 5 decades together, is the photo collage I’m putting together, of one decade each per large cardboard sheet of paper, with as many photos as I can possibly muster crammed into all 5 sheets.
When I took my usb stick of anniversary photos over the years to the photo centre, there were 647 files.
I knew I had to scale that back, BIG TIME.
I told myself I’d only select 150…
then I got to 150 and said I’d select up to 200…
then I got to 200 and said 250 MAX.
Which is how I ended up at 255. Close enough.
Today when I took the developed photos to my sister’s place, for our little debrief over the anniversary party (who would sit where, what we would say, what would go where, what time that would occur, etc, etc), she flipped through the photos quickly, grinning and letting out “oh wow!”s, complimenting the broad selection, and happily going back in time to as far back as the late 60s, as she saw my parents journey again from start to current day.
Seeing the reaction on her face was great, and later at home as I trimmed the photos back, removing blank spaces and tightening it up so I could surely fit 50 photos per large page, I couldn’t help but pause and smile several times, observing my parents youthful looks, almost laughing out loud when my parents were too laughing in the photos, grinning with fondness at family photos through the decades, and just generally reminiscing with warmth in my heart.
I know, I sound like a hallmark card. But really, I loved it. I love photos. And I think the guests at the party, my parents’ family and friends, and my parents especially, will really enjoy the snapshot through the ages.
50 Golden Ages. 🙂