I’ve been sorting through some old photos, mainly the ones which once graced frames, and others given to me by family and friends. They were put into a box (or boxes) – an eclectic mix. There are also photos from Mum and Dad’s collection, some I’d never seen before. While it’s been a good thing to do, in lockdown, it’s also pretty sad and tears tumble as I turn them over, treasuring the moments and the memories they evoke. Today would have been my darling Dad’s, 93rd birthday – he didn’t see 70. Enough sadness.
These days we take photos with our phones and ipads, sometimes capturing 20 ‘snaps’ of the one thing and then there are the videos. Our moving pictures, for most of us I suspect, are squirreled away in cupboards, on VHS and Beta videos, which we now can’t play because we don’t have the equipment! One of my aims is to get them converted to DVD’s, but how long will they be around, I wonder?
So, here’s a sprinkling of some favourite photos from my writing journey.