Polaroid Memories

I remember when I was 15 years old how I loved to take Polaroids of my friends and myself. I was blossoming, coming into my own, filled with many types of friendships, realizing my own beauty despite the desire to belong that laid deep within me. I remember in my 20s how I loved to take photos of myself in sexy poses and seductive outfits. I was glowing and beautiful, perfect in every way. Life was full of exploration, adventure, heart aches and mischief.

In my 30s, I took less photos. I was seeking something more, a permanence that I could only see in photographs of other peoples’ lives. Marriage. Children. Family. Partnership. I wanted it all. I was afraid it wouldn’t happen to me.

In my 40s, I relish the photos of my children. They have become extensions of myself, a gift to live life through another’s eyes. An opportunity to relive my childhood through them.

Over the years, we change. We change so much. So much is altered and yet so much is gained. Photographs are our memory keepers giving us the time for reflection.

Take a moment to go through photographs. It’s one of the best time traveling vacations that we can give ourselves. What stories do your photographs tell? Where will you go?