The palest ink is better than the best memory.
Spent the day with my brother, the evening with my mom, and staying the night at my sisters.
We’re going through old photos.
Either cameras got a lot better, photos don’t age well, or a combination of the two. Regardless, there’s been a lot of laughter and jabs about haircuts and outfits. Stories crop up about events and vacations.
Makes me kinda happy that I’m trying to capture the day to day.
Sure the punctuating themes of holidays and graduations are lovely to bask in years later, but I’m just as drawn to what is happening in the backgrounds behind the people. I like the random days.
There are stories everywhere.