I have a ton of pictures just sitting at the bottom of one of the bookshelves in my house, maybe only like 5 lbs of pictures, and I started going through them and couldn’t help but laugh, smile and/or reminisce over every single one. These pictures dated back up to 8 years ago and I could remember them like it was yesterday. I know looking at these now is a different experience than when I had looked at them maybe last year, a few years ago… and in twenty years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how you really looked. Even with pictures not of you but maybe you were the one behind the camera, or a friend became in control of it. These are things that are meant to be cherished, sure there are going to be ones that possibly bring back memories of a friend or family member lost…. Then there are those of the ex, but I hear people have small get together to burn those in some kind of non-flammable container….
Then there is the medium of sharing photos with each other from the night before and being able to share them with the ones that are off in other parts of the world. Facebook, MySpace and whatever other sites out there, even this site is one. You ever get tagged on a picture of you and a friend that was taken during your childhood years? Now that’s something! I like to believe it strengthens that bond you currently still have with that particular friend. You can timeline your friendship with one another through pictures, maybe even pictures you maybe didn’t even know ever or still existed because of this medium we now have.
Remember back in high school when flipping through the pages of Maxim or FHM, and in a lot of cases still to this day? There was a section and maybe there still is, I don’t recall which magazine, where people had sent in a picture of them with their friends and circled someone… That someone was some random person and was titled something like “Who the hell is this?”
You ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other people’s lives have we been in? Were we a part of someone’s life when their dream came true? Or were we there when their dreams died? Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there? Or did the shock take us by surprise? Just think, you’d be a big part of someone else’s life… and not even know it.