My youngest brother was born when I was almost 12 years old. I know I had a camera at the time because I have photo albums filled with blurry photos of him as a baby looking stunned by the flash.
|My Mom 1973|
I'm currently in the process of scanning trays and trays...and trays of my Dad's old slides. Sorting and dating all the images appeals to my compulsive organizing side, but it's taking me much longer than it should because I can't stop staring at the photos and getting lost in the memories.
|Me circa 1978|
|My sister Sara, brother F.R. and me 1980|
Times have changed, and we have all moved to digital now-even my Dad! He has a DSLR, and if I'm not mistaken, it's still an Olympus.
(I am in love with my Nikon, but my sister and sister-in-law are Canon girls through and through.)
What hasn't changed is our love of taking photos. My Dad still impresses me with his nature shots.
|Mom and Dad in Aruba|
My parents are currently on an Alaskan cruise.
I can't wait to see the photos.