Every picture tells a story

Sometimes I wonder why certain obsessions randomly grip me, but I've given up being too concerned about them. Lately, I've been on a photo preservation kick. I finally unearthed the box of photos in my parents basement, which prompted me to borrow their scanner and scan, scan, scan as if my life depended on it. I have always loved pictures. They're glossy images of memories, frozen in time. Even if I don't remember the event, the picture tells a story and helps me gain a better understanding of the individuals represented. Eventually, I will have to post some of my old favorites.