Journal

1995

When I go home to my parent's house in New Hampshire, I try to make a point of looking through old photos from when I was young. My mom has about 20 of them. They are all labeled by year from 1987 or so until 2002-ish when digital started to take over and she no longer need to drop of film and get prints to see what she had captured. They are full of the typical family photos; candids of birthday parties, events and weddings, of playdates and baths, of snow angels and naps.