Spent the day with my brother and his wife, who were visiting from out of state.
We went to some family graves and then went out to eat and chat...and chat. Eventually we landed back at my place, smack in the middle of a bunch of family photos I wanted him to take. It wasn't until after they left that it occurred to me that I hadn't picked up my camera all day.
These are some of the photos I kept. At some point these will also be passed over to him or one of his daughters, as I have no children of my own.
This touches me as I have thousands of photos of my grandmother and her travels and I will eventually have to do something with them....but the line stops with me, as in nowhere to go from here
