When was the last time you had your portrait taken?
When I was a child I loved looking through old family photos. I would walk up the stairs into the attic and sit on a step as I sorted through pictures of my family–snapshots of their lives long before I came into the picture. These images were much more than faded shades of black, gray, and white ink on Kodak paper. They were conversation starters. I’d take the photos to Mom, Grandma, or Grandpa and ask about these moments in their lives. They’d glance at their memories clasped in my small hands, give a knowing smile, and recount the time when….
Without pictures, I wouldn’t have those visual connections to the shared history I have with my family. I wouldn’t know the faces of my grandparents who weren’t alive when I was born. Pictures are the stories of our lives.