Every Tuesday I go through an album and display a group on pictures on my fridge. Because of the haphazard way I put photos in albums, the pictures displayed can cover a wide amount of years.
My 6th grade school picture. Circa 1976. This cracked my kids up.
I always share a fridge picture or two with loved ones. I texted this one to my older sister asking her why her hands were in her birthday cake. Circa 1977
I also use my photographs as wall art. Knowing that happy families display large amount of photos, I began making year end collages when I first became a single mom. It has become a ritual for my family.
I also have created displays of pictures that I hang in various rooms.
Being surrounded by all of these photographs is being surrounded by love.
The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do. Andy Warhol
Blessings,
Virginia
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