I have spent a lot of time over the last couple of weeks looking at old photos. It is funny how even in what can be the hardest of times, when we look through old photos it ignites memories and often laughter and the stories of good times goes on late into the night.
I love looking at photographs, I really do. Each and every one of them tells a story of a split second in time from the perspective of the photographer - whether candid or professional, or somewhere in between. But it's not just the photographer, as I'm sure many of us look at old photos and whilst we remember the photo being taken, often we forget who by. The subject of the photo is the purpose for its very existence. It is the essence of life itself to leave behind memories, smiles and from what I've come to know of late - lots of fun reminiscing. Whether it be questionable haircuts (there were lots in the 70's and 80's) or clothes that now look ridiculous, yet at the time were the height of fashion. The purpose is that for generations to come, and for ourselves to be able to look back at a visual story of our journey. Of the places we have been and the people we have met.
Best of all we have with us the people who gave us laughter, those who wiped our tears when we needed, those who without whom our photo album of life would be emptier.
So I implore you, take more photos. Not just selfies, but more photos of your family. Photos of your friends, your pets, your favourite places, of everything in your life that means something. Why? Because one day long from now the photos will keep you alive for generations to come.
Happy Damn Friday Peeps! X
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