It’s important to capture life’s most precious moments on film. Tuck away the memories for the rainy cleaning days when you uncover an old image that forces your mind to replay the captured point in time, good or bad. Isn’t that the beauty in growing old? The ability to grow from your past..the joy in seeing that change play out. Ever since Facebook and Myspace, the hard copy photos, with reels and reels of negatives, have slowly diminished. We often try so hard to capture a new “profile pic” we forget to capture the realness of it all. There are never pictures of the late nights with the girls, not when the make-up is off, and you’re all piled up in a room pretending you can sing like Beyonce. What happened to disposables? The days of waiting 6 months after you’ve used up the 27 exposures, finally taking the trip to the one hour photo spot..then spending the rest of the day laughing and reminiscing. These days, we snap a shot, review, delete, and retry. Remember when there were no do-overs? After the flashing light, the moment was frozen behind the camera; red-eyes, glared lens and all. The random days, with the most cray faces show you inner beauty. Take a lesson from our parents, who often bring out the boxes and scrapbooks filled with afro puffs, psychedelic dresses, and platform shoes; but no matter how embarrassed they are today, the past brings only smiles. Who wants to wake up at age forty, to find a photo album full of glamour shots and second takes? No life is lived without scrapes and bruises..so show your war wounds.
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