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December 10, 2010
Sorting out piles and piles of old photographs. My mother was a very keen photographer and so was my husband. Digging through thousands of pictures of my children and family members, at all ages and some sepia photos of grandparents in their distant youth and so many more of friends etc. I can't seem to throw any away, but am trying to organize them into some sort of order into plastic boxes. It is strange how each photo has an emotional memory attached, they are moments captured; windows into the past. Entering these moments I find myself magically time travelling.