During WWI my grandfather's brother was in the merchant marines and after the war ended up in Australia. In the 1950's he came back to visit and left behind a few boxes of slides.
As my family history project of scanning the slides is slowly progressing I can't help but be moved by these captured moments of time. To me it's a "if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there it hear it does it make a sound?" line of thought. If photos are not viewed do the moments they store never happen? A life span is such a blink in the cosmic time frame. To me photos have always been a way of prolonging your time here to be remembered and capturing that perfect moment and memory.
So I guess in a way I'm being selfish in doing all this work. With me remembering the past, perhaps one day someone will see a photo of me and wonder.
And no Mom I am not maxing out my VOX account storage posting all the slides.
I wonder if any of this looks familiar to my Australian neighbors?