After I returned from my back-to-back Squam art retreats in Morro d’Oro, Italy and OBX I had a deep yearning to have my photos developed. I wanted to hold them in my hands and see them up close. As I go through them now I still think, “Wow! I was actually in Italy! It was real! I was there!” I’m still processing all that I experienced and what’s transpired within me since.
I rarely have my pictures developed. They usually never leave my iphone, computer, or memory cards. Doubly rare is for me to place them in a photo album. I have photo boxes where some old ones are housed while others remain inside their original envelopes, again IF they become a tangible image.
This time, however, was different. I very much enjoyed taking the time to insert each special memory into its own sleeve inside a photo album. There is something to it. Something nostalgic. Something delightful.
I can remember as a child sitting on the floor going through my Ma’s photo albums. I have adopted several of them from her which is such a treasure. Sigh.
Wherever you are today, I encourage you to slow down and hold on to what or who is special to you. Even if you don’t capture the moment on film, stop to make a mental picture and offer thanks.