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Scrolling through a variety of pictures spanning more than nine years, I'm actually searching for the specific picture from the fiftieth family reunion when our mustard-colored, matching t-shirts filled the pavilion and the sprawling areas of the nature preserve were dotted with people playing games and running up the giant hill, and the red-styrofoam bowler hats that had been stored in someone's garage or basement since the twenty-fifth reunion in 1984 were passed around for fun and photo-ops. In those aged, comical hats, we posed like "American Gothic" with the door-prize, over-sized salad servers as our would-be farming implements.
And it all comes full circle as I think to the mixture of 'familiar' images that I can see in my mind's eye as written postcards of my life and other 'forgotten' images that even I, the photographer, have erased from my mental catalog; searching through these photos, which tell the stories of the last decade, particularly the greater concentration of images taken since I began teaching, I can see that, like the song, year pass by in the rhythm of crickets breathing outside on this late summer night. To stay here present in this moment, like an image suspended in memory, time, and 35mm or digital means, I must be reminded that all we have this moment.
- Victor Frankl -