“Good Morning, Yesterday..”

“…You Wake Up, and Time Has Slipped Away…”

Photographs…

…Our only visual link to the past.

Whether our own or even somebody else’s, it’s always nostalgic and delightful to flip through photos,.. identifying people, enjoying scenery or reliving memories from days gone by. Recording life as it happens, time is stopped… frozen forever for another day …to be reopened and enjoyed again.

With todays technology the photographer is provided with instant gratification. With the ability to re-shoot a scene immediately if the first is deemed poor, not a moment of potential treasured memory is lost. Having two hobbyist photographers in my family I am continually delighted as special events are immediately captured.

Rummaging through my albums I smile at the recollections my own photos stir as sleeping memories are awakened. Sometimes every detail can be vibrantly recalled,.. the scent of the air, the conversations taking place, or the laughter being shared. All events are relived again …pleasantly enjoyed once more.

Being left sentimentally satisfied after reviewing the pictorial documentation of my life, it is the photos of ‘old’ where my passions lie..serving as bridges to times unknown.

Offering information and a connection to family, it is in these photos where answers are held as to who we are… and from where we come. Because of these treasured preserved images, the family tree can be climbed…

…Resemblances can be seen and discovered …a fact that would otherwise be left unknown.

During my examination of these older photographs, I marvel at the family likenesses I see. Not readily noticing just how many traits or appearances are passed down from generations, I am taken aback at the similarities.

As I compare photographs of my daughters and my mom through the various stages of life, the differentiating clues are noticed only by the age of the photo itself. Visually seeing my ‘mom’ in my ‘girls’, ..I am left moved. There is a comforting and appreciated realization that she has left her mark…passing a piece of herself onto future generations …just as she…and myself… bear ‘pieces’ of generations past.

…It is this passing and receiving of family traits that identify who we are… similar branches of a single tree.

A diligent attempt to continually capture all that is held dear will provide cherished links for future generations…

…For photographs provide a tangible reflection of one’s life …as well as a glimpse for others into an unknown past.

Memorializing forever all that was loved, …

…A picture speaks a thousand words.

“..Remember…

Do you Remember? ….

..The Times of Your Life…”

Until next time…Liz