MRB's Talking Fingers

  This blog may seem to be a repeat of things that many of us have experienced and thought about, but here I am… writing again now that I have some “extra” time on my hands. We had an experience a couple of days ago that got me thinking about all the “new” stuff we have learned to enjoy during our lifetime… a lifetime that may seem to be very long, but in the whole scheme of things it is less than an instant. I recently wrote about the progress of photographs from hand-tinting studio photos to personal digital photo treasures that can be stored on our computers. This week I’ve been thinking about the collection of ‘hardware’ that has been in my family’s possession in my lifetime, and in my personal collection. My parents had a treasured box camera that accommodated a spool of negative film that copied the intended photo in black and white. It then needed to be dropped off at the drug store in our town to be sent away to be developed and printed. There was great anticipation for the

  When I was writing my latest blog, sharing my passion for photos and photography, my mind was all over the place. Why am I so hooked on photos? Are others in my family just as 'hooked' on photos? Has my love of photos opened other avenues of interest for me? I decided that if I included everything that I wanted to say, the blog would be too long, and it would be boring. But it is hard to keep me quiet!!!!! For me, my photos are my version of a personal journal. I never kept a diary or wrote a journal, and writing blogs were something that I started here on NOTH a number of years ago. I enjoyed reading blogs written by others, and decided to give it a try. Having my parents' photo albums, well organized and carefully mounted on black pages and protected in hard cover albums, I am willing to share copies with relatives, some who had very few photos and live on the other side of the globe. I kept trying to figure out the easiest way to share a lot of photos. A couple of year