I collect old photograph frames… and arrange them together on a large table at the top of our stairs. I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with photo frames… I don’t like them everywhere… I have no idea why… but it is that way. I like them jumbled up… faces peeping out, destinations revealed… I love the way a brief glance can trigger a memory, invoke an emotion – make me smile or send me to a wistful place.
As I came up the stairs yesterday, I stopped and looked over our photographs. It was a ‘this is your life moment’… My son as a 4 year old, blonde headed and cuddly, my daughters as they no longer wish to be remembered (chubby but adorable…) and my daughters as gorgeous teenagers… I saw my husband as he was when we married, I was reminded of my father in the streets of Arles, I glimpsed a peek of Venice and I had the bittersweet reminder of a friend who is no longer with me… That is the beauty of photographs… they transport… and they enable us to time travel for the briefest of moments… xv
