Friday, July 24, 2015

One morning

One morning we went to Scuffletown park.  It was glorious.  

It's funny I got these sent to me today, since earlier this morning when I went to drop off Winnie with my mom, my dad had a bunch of old family photographs spread out on the dining room table.  It was a family-photo centric day.  We don't have a particularly detailed family history -- I know there was Ellis Island in the not-too-distant past.  A few other random things.  Not much, really.  But I've seen so few photographs so when I saw a great-grandparent wedding photo, I was struck to see someone with features that resembled my own, because I've never seen a glimpse that far back before.  

This is why I love family photos.  Because they mean something now.  And they will mean something later, too (I hope) to people I may never even see.  We are but a blip.  A wonderful, wonderful blip.

A huge thanks to the lovely Sara Jones for taking these photos for us so very early in the morning, and for being so wonderful.  She was kind enough to auction off her talents for my brother to go to Tanzania.  (I would link to her work, but she's teaching instead of doing pro-photography right now.  We got so very lucky to pull her out of retirement!)   <3

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