Last week found me digging through boxes of old photos in search of pictures of my late great-aunt; as a result, I was able to share all kinds of old photographic gems with family members during our brief visit to Oregon for the funeral. Explaining to my twenty year old sister how one used to have to take a roll of film in to be developed, and always buy doubles, made me chuckle and realize anew that I’m indeed getting old. As a girl I faithfully toted around a 110 camera, snapping away with zeal, and spent the bulk of my babysitting wages on film and processing– consequently, my blackmail stock collection is vast.
On that note, I’m updating the blog with all my recent phone pics so that when I inevitably drop my phone in a lake again they do not perish forevermore.
“There is nothing like staying home for real comfort.”-Jane Austen