#tbt - that’s me in the middle.
remember family albums full of pictures taken with film cameras and dropped off at to be developed at stores that smelled chemical and metallic? am i old?
we had those kind of albums - big three ring binders full of adhesive cardstock - where you had to peel back the plastic away from the adhesive card, place your photos, and then try obsessively to lay the plastic back down flat. Then inevitably it would wrinkle and you’d have to peel it back and try again. and again. and again.
And that one cardboard box just stacked to the brim with photos that didn’t get sorted into albums, because once you could download them straight from your camera to your computer - what was even the point?
i should fish out my family’s albums next time I’m home, maybe try to convert them all to digital. Or maybe they should just stay the way they are - like a weird basement time capsule with a weird basement smell.