Bookshelves made from boards balanced atop cinder blocks. They were all over my house when I was a kid. That and macrame plant holders. And end tables made from electrical cable spools. Everywhere. If you were born of hippies in the '70s, you probably tell a similar tale.
But anyway, the bookshelves. There were lots of them. And the bottom shelf was always lined with photo albums. Always.
When I moved out of my mom's house and into a cramped 2-bedroom that I shared with four other people, I insisted that we make space for my bookshelf. And I lined the bottom shelf with photo albums. If one of my room mates thought to store something else on that bottom shelf - something as brazenly incorrect as a book, for example - I would wait until said room mate had left the scene and quietly correct his mistake.
I was maybe wound just a little too tightly as a young adult.
My point is this: the photo albums were always there, always within easy reach, always being added to, often being flipped through. There is a vast collection of photos and albums between my mother and me. Or there was, up until about six years ago. Six years ago I purchased my first digital camera and effectively stopped taking pictures.
With digital, there's no need to remember to take film to the drug store to be developed. There's no need to purchase more photo albums in which to store one's collections. There's no need to reserve the bottom shelf of one's bookshelves for photo storage. There are no photo albums staring at me from across the room, inviting me to take pictures. There's no physical reminder.
And so I forget.
I have failed to document vast swaths of The Kid's childhood. And photos of The Baby's first several months are few and far between. Photos of me? The Man? Abysmal.
Which is why I've recently tasked myself with carrying my camera with me everywhere I go. It's why I've added "take a picture" to my daily to-do list. I am not even remotely skilled as a photographer, and see no need for a personal Project 365 type endeavor. But occasionally I may post a few photos here, so that you may share in the delight of watching my children grow.
Like right now. Glimpses of us from May: