I think a lot about my children as adults. It’s a humbling thought that my love today has the potential to greatly impact their own imprints on the world of coming tomorrows. Maybe it’s a silly train of thought but I want them to inherit memories too. I want them to hold their heritages like my Great Aunt and Gma and Mom made possible for me. I have weathered photographs of ancient relatives and love notes from war-ridden days and a clunky spoil of black and white film footage that clinks around a wheel of light. One day, I hope to send my children off with their own memories added to the collection. Ones they can physically grasp and admire... not an outdated iPhone they can no longer open or some obscure social platform that their kids will know nothing about. Technology will move on quickly. Let’s get rid of the cloud and come back down to earth. Let’s print photographic art of who we are so the family yet to come will know a piece of the heritage to which they belong.