Memory Lane

One of the things about having photography as a hobby is that you have lots of pictures. I mean, lots of pictures. Agnes spent much of the weekend sorting through box upon box of old, unsorted pictures, looking for older family photos she can use for her latest Photoshop project. She has presented me with a huge pile of old prints, which I am now dutifully scanning so that she can work her digital magic and turn them into archival-quality images suitable for our grandchildren to look at one day and ask, "Who's that?"

This was an interesting stroll (or lurch) down memory lane to the time when we were young, thin, and fit, and my hair was still brown (and all there). Those of you who are my friends on Facebook have seen a great many of my older pictures, but there are uncounted bazillions of others still out there, waiting to rear their faded and speckled heads to remind us of times gone by. Here are just a couple ...

These spiffy young lovers are ready for a formal function, sometime in the early 1990's ...

Of the four of us kids in my family, three served in the military: I in the Air Force, my brother Mark in the Navy, and my brother Paul in the Army (we tried to get our sister Lisa to join the Marines, but she had other ideas). Back around 1995 I officiated at Mark's retirement from the Navy ... back at home after the ceremony we posed with Dad ...

And finally (for the moment), how about this couple of suitably arrogant tango dancers from 1996 ...?

There's a stack of pictures about 18 inches deep waiting for me to scan them, and boxes of pictures that haven't even been sorted out yet. I think I'll be set for months for those days, like today, when I don't feel in the mood to write about anything else.

Have a good day. Enjoy your old pictures, too. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo