Pictures as memories

For the most part of my life I thought of the family photographs as something boring, even empty. It was only a couple of years ago when I started to see them as keys to memories. Guess this has something to do with getting old. When you are young, you look ahead and don’t see the point in preserving memories. Like it was for me before, it is now the same for my son. It’s getting harder and harder to persuade him to stand still in front of my lens, or steal a candid moment. I think I get it. But I do feel sorry that I haven’t discovered photography at a much earlier stage of my life…