Not the dailypic I had planned, but I am looking for something. A photo. I am usually good at knowing where all my photos are, but this one is old and rare, taken before camera phones, and I am not even sure if it was on digital or film. It will turn up; for now, I know it is not in one of the twenty albums I have buried in a closet. I searched them all in about 30 minutes. What I did find I had not expected to be looking for. I found my first house, both my kids births, Dogs – Penny, Molly, and Parker, trips, far and near, meeting President George H. W. Bush and his lovely wife Barbara, photo projects from my teens, my Mom’s surprise 50th birthday party, cars that I no longer have, hair that I no longer have, that I really needed to eat more before I ate too much, family who is no longer with us, friends I have lost one way or another, coworkers, I took a lot of photos on business trips with great people I never see anymore and most of all, I have had a great time. The biggest takeaway from the albums might sound strange, but I found I miss holding my kids. I am not in a ton of photos since I took most of them, but many I am holding either one or both of them. I miss that. There was a last time I held them high up off the ground, and I never knew. Go enjoy your photos. They hold power that only gets greater as time travels.

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