Thursday, September 3, 2009
Close to Nowhere
Photographs are memories
You may or may not notice that’s a new picture of me “up there.”
I truly hate having my picture made! I might not hate it as much if the camera captured the way I “think” I look, as opposed to the way I “actually” look.
Our son Kris bought me one of those digital picture frames for my birthday.
I spent several days, and sometimes late into the night, going through pictures on my computer to put in my frame.
Boy, the trips down memory lane!
Some of the photos of our daughter Dana and her daughter Meredith are almost impossible to tell apart. Especially the black and white ones, where you can’t tell one has blue eyes and the other olive green eyes.
I have the picture frame here on my desk at work and quite often glance over and see a picture of Kris when he was in elementary school or Dana as a pre-teen, or even a couple of my mom when she was a teenager.
Quite often, I find myself smiling as I glance at the photos.
My frame doesn’t have all people pictures either. I have several of our dogs and horses and more than several of quilts from quilt shows -- and even some of mine!
I’m finding it’s quite calming to look at the quilts and kids and animals for a minute or two while the usual mass chaos of Monday and Tuesday at the newspaper office swirls around.
I’m also putting pictures back up on my walls at home. I have finally, finally, finished all the green painting; one step closer to finishing the repair jobs started before Pop had to have his heart repaired also.
I’ve been very happy to see most of these pictures. I’ve missed them!
One, of my mother when she was about 16 or so, looks a lot like my niece in Heber Springs.
I was amazed when Remy asked if that was me.
I’ve misplaced a lot of my photos. I’m missing some of Dana in high school; Kris in high school; Remy as an infant and one of my favorite photos -- my oldest brother in a suit and “fedora” standing in front of the old bridge in Memphis. Looks like it’s straight out of the ’40s. It’s a great picture!
I’m hoping they’re just under something. As I’m moving things and putting them back, I’m constantly surprised at what I find underneath what I’m moving.
I was really surprised at what I found in one box this past weekend -- a complete load of washed and folded laundry!
Apparently, the laundry got put down, migrated somehow to the box and something got put on top.
I can’t imagine how...
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