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 Something Strange About Photots
Today my family spent organizing some photo ts. We have so many! Some are when me and my brother were little. Baby pictures of cousins. Pictures of my dad and his big family. Pictures of when my mom was in the army. Pictures of when I wasn't born. Pictures of my parents wedding. So many pictures. So many memories. A bitter sweet fragrance.

A photo has a feeling, a 'flavor' to it. Newer ones bring memories that are still fresh. Just a small reminder and you get in a bit of happiness from it. Go farther back and the flavor ripens. Days that you once knew. Days were you would have never guessed where you have ended up now. A happiness, but a bitterness, those days are gone. You are smiling, but are you smiling like that now?

Keep going back, and the photos become too sweet. When you were young, a little kid with your family, the days of innocence. The happiness is only a faint buzz, and a sweet sadness fills you. Those were the days where you had things that you can no longer get now. Pet's, friends, and even family members who you loved are gone. Either far away or dead.

Go even further and the sweetness dies, and a strange dust is in it's place. The people that you knew, who use to sigh as they looked at their past. But some of them are gone now. Something that you are connected to only because they were connected to.

I found this out while going through the photos. I found a picture of my grandmother (on my dad's side) when she was young. She is dead, she died when my father was only a child. She had many children because she was Catholic, but she died because she had a small body and too many children. A blood cloat...I never got to meet her. Many stories make my heart pain in sadness because of how I want to meet her. My grandfather died too, but when I was only a baby. Seeing their faces in the photos make me wounder. Make me sad and even scared.

So strange. Photos are not just a capturing of a moment, but a capturing of emotion and maybe, even the soul.
    Posted by bubbleblas on 2009-06-29 00:32:19 | Rating: | Views: 10
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