For the last week I’ve been slowly assembling new photo albums. My old ones fell apart about 15 years ago and I stopped using them. The two I have just sat as I boxed pics. My photo albums were a hybrid of photo album and scrap book. One book was my camping photo album and the other was everything else. I have discovered that merging the two albums into one is a kind of a pain. The process has also brought up a lot of memories.
Nothing bad mind you. Very good memories in fact but that led to an unexpected wave of sadness. Good friends, long since separated by time, distance and progression of life. We keep in touch but not like it was. Organizing all the photos and letters (another project I’m working on as ink dries in the album) made me realize how much I miss them. So, to my dear, old, friends, here’s to you.