Our younger daughter stopped by this morning before work to find a couple of pictures of herself as a child. The teachers are putting up pictures of themselves as children to show the students. There she was without hair and with ears we worried about, with waist length hair and freckles, in braids grinning with a tooth missing. And now she's in her twenties and a teacher. It all passes pretty quickly, and the photos remind us.
I have a mountain of photos, and I still prefer them to the computer albums. I just do. Of course, like everyone else I have a digital camera, but it doesn't feel "real" or right. I'm so far behind the wave of technology that it ain't funny. But I try. And I enjoy the benefits of my computer. I love Word and this blog, maps and Rosetta Stone. I'm not so crazy about searching, except for movies, because I don't find enough in depth information. And I don't read books online. I like to hold a book in my hand. I'm a old foogie, and I won't deny it.
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