I was having some decor issues one day. I couldn't find artwork that I really wanted (or could afford). After a lot of thinking, I decided on photos.
I love black and white photos. The old ones especially, have a dreamy quality to them. They look glamorous in their own way. Each one seems to tell a story.

All of them have been gifts. My mother copied pictures of her parents, aunts, and uncles for me.

For Christmas one year I asked my dad to copy a stack of photos belonging to my grandmother. I'm really glad I did. Not only do I have all the photos I wanted but, now that my grandmother's gone I have a lovely memory to hold on to. We sat looking through boxes and boxes she telling me stories and explaining who people were and how they were related.


All of them have been gifts. My mother copied pictures of her parents, aunts, and uncles for me.

For Christmas one year I asked my dad to copy a stack of photos belonging to my grandmother. I'm really glad I did. Not only do I have all the photos I wanted but, now that my grandmother's gone I have a lovely memory to hold on to. We sat looking through boxes and boxes she telling me stories and explaining who people were and how they were related.
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