There are several memes out that generally state, “If you don’t think photos are important, wait until they are all you have left.” Most of us in the “photo biz” so totally get it, and we take our pictures and we save them on the phone, in our Forever accounts, and in our printed photo books. We make books for our parents, grandparents, children, and even paid clients. What we need to remember is to make them for ourselves, also. Let me explain my own personal incident that brought this to my attention like a foul ball to the head!
First, understand that my OG (Old Guy, he loved that I called him that), Dave, was sick for many years. He had all sorts of problems and he wasn’t too careful about the rules he needed to follow to stay well. He had been losing strength and had been cooped up in the house for a while and one day he said he wanted OUT! He wanted to get out of the house and go for a drive. This was on a Sunday. I didn’t go that day because traffic on the roads is abysmal and I was not going to deal with that. We went for our drive on Monday. We live in California, about a half hour from the Pacific Ocean, so I drove us down to the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) and headed south. We drove along the shoreline and in Newport Beach, we stopped for an early lunch at Joe’s Crab Shack. Neither of us had ever been there, and we were the first ones there after it opened. We got a wonderful seat in front of the window and ordered lunch. Dave ordered a big lunch of crab legs, and I must say that I scolded him a bit because it was very expensive. He didn’t pay attention. (I think he’s very typical of many husbands, especially those who have been with the same woman for 52 years.) I had a sandwich.
After lunch, we continued down Pacific Coast Highway and when we hit Dana Point, I said I was tired and wanted to go home. This was about 4:30 in the afternoon, and we zoomed home on the freeway. After we came home, I loaded my photos to the computer, did a digital page, saved it to my computer and to Forever.
What I didn’t know was that this would be his last outing and in one month he would receive another diagnosis: lung cancer. We would find out that because of his other health problems that there was no treatment, and that in two months after that diagnosis, he would be gone.
The point to this story is: Take your everyday photos. Make pages. Put them in books or as page prints (which is what I do), keep the memories. We never know when it may be our last one.
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