Will there be enough wooden clothespins to hold my cherished memories? Memories of our years at the lake captured in black and white, strung on gardener’s twine and stretched across a window that does not present a view of the lake. Will there be enough window space as the years add up, and the pile of snapshots grow?
I once thought that was my biggest problem.
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I hope it remains that way…..
Funny how problems can be so relative.
Reminds me of the era before digital, when a photo was something tangible that you held in your hand, then found a special place to store and share.
Digital has done many things to the art, but I’m slightly saddened that it seems to have made it less tangible. I need to hang my photos at eye level more often, because flipping through them on a laptop just isn’t the same.
I just love this. I hang a banner across our dinner table showcasing my kids’ artwork. Once things get put away in a box or album, it is easy to forget they exist. So nice to look upon them whenever you want.