Photographs, memories

I made a small album of photographs I had taken at the meetings the congregation arranged for us elderly biweekly here in the clubroom, and gave it to the lady who ran those meetings. She was happy to receive it, and we both memorized those times and tried to recall names together.

However, in my eager to compose nice pages and select the best shots, I had icluded some names, but  n o t  h e r s . Oh woe. She said that it does not matter (she was in almost all of the pictures) but it does. I am going to make another album as there are plenty of pictures...

As a result I spent all night at the computer and dug so deep into the depths of the data as I have never done, and copied into the Lightroom tens of thousands of old photographs which I am trying to arrange...  ha ha what a chore, but what a nice chore...  MEMORIES is what we love in my age... and memories is all we anymore own...

I will try to make books (Ifolor is the Swiss based photo book company operating in Scandinavia and Finland) of these heart warming memory shots. They bring back my mother, my parents, my brother and my cousins as playmates, my grandparents, my summer island, my whole life.