A photograph is a moment frozen in time

Looking at family album photos, it saddens me to think how many people and pets are no longer with us and nothing can bring them back except the photo.

A guy I dated in college once remarked that he often wondered what the people did right after the picture was taken.

And all of that makes up the reason why I rarely look at our family albums. They bring me sadness. The pictures that are on permanent display in frames in the house do not effect me that way because I'm accustomed to seeing them every day.

debodun said:

Looking at family album photos, it saddens me to think how many people and pets are no longer with us and nothing can bring them back except the photo.

A guy I dated in college once remarked that he often wondered what the people did right after the picture was taken.

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Even worse is finding a picture of myself from back in the day. Dear Lord, who is that guy? I wonder what ever happened to him? Seriously, I stumbled across a picture of my wife and I from the late 80s. It was the day I got my MBA, so I know the exact date and location, but I just don't remember ever looking like that. My wife, on the other hand, is even prettier than I would have recalled. (She's been gone since 2002..)

I've given most of my photo albums to my dear DIL, and I only have a couple of family photos sitting in the den.

Kodak and Paul Anka were a big part of our lives and our memories.

When I look at them and it's loved ones that passed, I feel so lucky I had them in my life.
They each gave something of them self to me, a lesson or two learned. A little piece of them,
many laughs and sea deep support so they still live in me. Photos don't hurt me.

Pics of my friend, Cavatini, the pizza chef, back in the day.

Cavatini and his beautiful wife, Maria. He's got a protective look in his eyes.