People take so many photos – photos on their phones, posted on the internet.
I have a couple of photos of my grandma as a girl, as a young woman. Not dozens or hundreds. Just two.
There are a few more of my mother and father as kids. And more of my sisters and me, but nothing like the number of photos that I have of my children – and I am not even camera-crazy.
When I look at old family photos, I can remember the times and places, the stories that go with the photos, often told to me by older family members. There are some wild ones!
I wonder, if constantly posting, constantly phone-photo-taking folk will remember the who-what-and-where of all their photos years from now.
I wonder if those digital photos will even survive.