In our loft there are several banana boxes that are full of photograph albums and piles of loose photographs. They’re in banana boxes because they’re the boxes we used to package our belongings when we moved into our current house.
The other day we wanted some pictures for a purpose that I’ll probably reveal at a later date so I took the boxes down from the loft.
Sue and I then spent an evening flicking our way through the pictures.
Photographs are a capture of a time, a place and a memory.
“A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.”
Some of these photos are well constructed and thoughtfully framed images, but many of them are simple snapshots of the family in various guises.
Many of these photos remind us that our children used to be babies, that they became toddlers, started primary school and moved onto secondary school.
Numerous images remind us of holidays in England, Scotland, France and America; warm places and not so warm. They remind us of sandy beaches and palm trees; waterfalls and forests; cottages, caravans and even canal boats.
The camera can photograph thought.
There are pictures that remind us of the clothes we used to wear, some of them are remembered with fondness, others now look like a fashion disaster.
There are memories of times when there were only the two of us, a time with thee and then four.
A photograph is memory in the raw.
Some of the images we didn’t remember, some of the people we couldn’t name.
There were pictures of people who we no longer see, and a few who are no longer alive.
As we flicked our way through the multitude of images we ride the roller-coaster of emotions as we journeyed through weddings, birthdays, days out, family gatherings, holidays, activities, first days at school, anniversaries and christenings. A rich set of blessings.
Sometimes we can get so encased in the now and so focussed on the things that surround our now. But as we looked through those pictures it wasn’t the “things” that we looked at it was the people that we were drawn to. We looked at the babies and the young children and remembered the times that we had spent together, times that pass all to quickly.
The blessing of the pictures is that they took us out of our now and caused us to remember.
(I tend not to put pictures of the family on this blog, for various reasons, but each of the images I do post is a memory of a time and a place, but most importantly of the people)