09/08/2025
Some memories deserve more than a scroll.
Today, the rain kept me indoors, so I decided to open one of my last unpacked boxes since moving.
Inside was a treasure trove.
Photos collected over 7 decades.
Some were black and white, some were hand-painted (if you know, you know), and others with the slightly faded colours that only time can create.
I was never a prolific photographer — but I’ve managed to gather a lifetime’s worth of moments in these prints.
Weddings, birthdays, holidays, ordinary afternoons that somehow became extraordinary.
Some had me test my memory.
“Where is this?”
OR
“Who are those people?’
But, as I continued, sifting through them, I couldn’t help but think about how different photo-taking is now.
Today, we snap, check, delete if we don’t like it… or save it to a device and scroll past it months later.
Our phones hold thousands of images — yet we rarely print them, hold them, or pass them around the table.
These old photos don’t just show a moment.
They carry it.
They have creases, coffee stains, and fingerprints from being passed around at family and friends’ gatherings.
They’ve been part of the conversation for decades.
Like yesterday’s post about my stubby coolers, these photos are more than just things — they hold memory.
Individually, they tell stories, make us laugh, and sometimes shed tears.
I aim to one day have them all digitised — so they’re preserved for generations.
But should I keep the originals?
Like a good hardcover book, I kind of like the feeling of holding them in my hands.