Adam and I took 2 photos together in 2014. TWO PHOTOS. Photo #1: a not-so-flattering selfie. Photo #2: a photo where we are kneeling down next to Marlowe by a wire fence and a grill, Adam holding a beer, with a car parked behind us. Not really the best backdrop for a festive, cheery Christmas card photo, huh?
Sadly, it looks like we won't be sending Christmas cards out this year even though it is one of my favorite traditions and a way to feel connected to the many family members and friends living in every corner of the country (and beyond). I still plan to order cards (without the personalized photo) from here or here to send out a few.
We've already made it a resolution to take more photos together in 2015. Case in point: I have plenty of photos of trees, smoothies, magazines, flowers, my shoes that day, Marlowe, and Christmas wreaths for one reason or another, but zilch of the most important person in my life. Perhaps this means I need to get my priorities straight? (Lindsay: SMOOTHIES AND MY SHOES ARE NOT THAT INTERESTING). Or maybe we need to take more selfies? I don't think selfies are EVER flattering though and I always feel self-conscious taking them. Maybe sans photos together means we weren't social enough - or vocal enough - about having a friend or family member take our picture? We were just living in the moment, I guess. Whatever it is, 2015 is going to be the year of pictures together because we've got to remember these years in print! I already have a lackluster memory and I am only 31-years-old.
I have often thought it is time to finally move on from just the iPhone camera (they are impressive cameras, but the resolution just can't compete with the real deal) and actually save up for a REAL camera (Nikon, Canon...). I have so many memories of my grandfather with his Nikon around his neck and SO MANY amazing photos from my childhood because he documented it all with the click of his lens. I have such a good understanding of their lives before my brother and I were born because Boppa documented it all. I have the pictures to prove it in albums in our basement.
The beautiful thing about photos is you can be told stories (by family and friends) and then have the photos to explain and enhance the story. You don't have to just imagine it, you can really see how your family members looked: their expressions; how they seemed to feel the day the photo was snapped. You have background knowledge of what was happening in their lives at the time. Oftentimes these images spark memories, conversations, feelings of nostalgia, reflection and thanks. I have been listening to one podcast in particular for the past several months (SERIAL. OMG! I know, me, and millions of other listeners...) and I find myself googling images of the people they mention, the places they went, their high school - just to get a full sense of the story. Images and words go hand-in-hand, and although the imagination is an incredible thing, the real images of the real people and places is so impactful and meaningful.
So, to 2015: the year of selfies! Just kidding. The year of documenting the people, the places, and the things that I love. Like my husband. Not my shoes.