Tuesday, November 06, 2007

scraps

In the midst of Nanowrimo, I am working that scrapbook for my son. It is an emotional work, and difficult when I find so many years when there were no pictures taken at all. No record of his life from about 4 to 9, which was the bottom of my life. But there are also wonderful times recorded, the background apparent only to me. Like the one where we are sitting on the docks at Charleston, crabbing, my arm around my son protectively, the half-gallon of Sunnybrook just beyond the frame. I wish the pictures were digital.

3 comments:

nina said...

Scan them in. They wont look worse for it. And you could share...

someone said...

oh, okay. I think we have one around here somewhere....

L. said...

yes, that works well, and is as easy as the rest.