Rabbit Hole
I went down a rabbit hole trying to sort and organize old albums. Not digital, but printed photographs. Some are jaded with Time and have a strange and musty smell as if carrying the heaviness of years. These photographs carry a million worlds within them. The photographs of those who have left us and gone to better worlds...their youth, their dreams, their aspirations, their lives, all play out like a movie in my hands. Looking at these old pictures, I wonder if they had truly lived a life they wanted to or the one they had dreamed of. Personal photographs are tough to go through as well, where flashes of all that went on in one's mind and heart washes over, once again. It is as if I have gone back to that Moment and Time in the Past. The innocence of those days, the fun times, the happy times, the momentous times full of joyous celebrations and wonderful heartwarming moments, everything appears just as the Present in those priceless pictures in my hands. The backstor...