The pages I create for scrapbooks have about the same systematic approach as my blog topics, which is to say there really isn’t much reason to the choices I make. I simply sit down and am moved. I let the moment decide what I should write, what I should collect, what photo I should anchor in our memories. I often wonder if I should be more responsible about the moments I document. They act as a frame for their childhoods, a place for them to begin making sense of the world and their places in it.
I’m coming to realize perhaps it isn’t the moment that is so important, but rather that there are moments collected. Daily moments. Ordinary moments. Small moments. A life is built around moments, and it is these moments — the daily, ordinary, small moments — that I believe reveals the most about a life.
You might notice that I don’t document chronologically. Our albums are organized around topics, not years. This allows me to tell stories as I am moved. My kids inspired me to get my photos in order. I’ve let them slip. Today I filed them in folders, backed them up, and got the masses ordered. Now I’m ready to organize the prints (when they come) and be ready to be moved by the stories. Until then, I have my photos organized on my computer in order to inspire my storytelling digitally. I love that I can tell stories through paper and through computer clicks.
(I learned my system through the book Photo Freedom by Stacy Julian. Woah! It’s a good thing I got the book when I did, because the price has skyrocketed! Here is a link to a blog post she just wrote along the same lines about an order other than chronological.)
Story wraps around my life and I’m constantly looking for more ways to document it and savor it. There isn’t a single right way…the only wrong way is to not document this perfectly imperfect ordinary life.
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