I took a few minutes cleaning up the site, thought this Random Photo thing came out okay. Every one of the pictures is in a post somewhere in this blog, these and hundreds more that I forgot to save. Rolling through old pictures brings out so many emotions, so many memories and so many good things that I had to make myself stop.
Well, that's not really true, I have every intention of going into my basement and breaking out the really old photographs. There's something special about a photo album that you can hold in your hands. I can feel the people whose spirit was captured by the lens when I can pick up their image, and inhale whatever it is that gives those glossy squares of life their distinct aroma.
I think I could close my eyes and know exactly what image I held, just by using my sense of smell. Digital images are great and all, but we tend to edit out the bad ones, and those often are the most memorable.
I'll be in the basement if you need me….