I have returned to scanning. I have a pile of old photographs that I want to scan, some simply to archive the physical copy, and others for my project work.
In going through the photographs, I noted a couple of things. First, when I contacted relatives to see if they had any photos they, more often than expected, sent me images I already had. There were different ones of course, but I was surprise how many were duplicates. I suspect it had to do with the times; a photograph taken (say 60-80 years ago) was subsequently sent around to every one.
The second thing I noticed was in the details. I was looking at my graduation picture.
The first thing I noticed was the vase on the coffee table. We still have it; it’s now on our coffee table in the living room. Behind that, standing on the side table, is a picture of my brother and I. I still have that photograph as well. I recently scanned it. I then noticed that I still have the tie I was wearing. I continue hope it will come back into style.
These observations brought to mind how some things persist; others don’t. Remnants of the past offer a chance to recall the memory of some past event. Each little piece has a bunch of memories associated with it.
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