I was looking through a couple of OLD photo albums of mine. Oh my god. They are hysterical. And for the most part, the contents will not be posted here.
The first time I ever had a camera – a little instamatic with one of those flash cubes you had to stick on top – I shot the whole roll of film in about 90 seconds – much to the consernation of my photographer father.
I noticed a tendancy throughout the two albums I’ve looked at – 65% of the pictures at that time (70s-80s) were of family pets. There are a LOT of pictures of cats. And my doberman. And the things they were doing. Or not doing. Or when they were sleeping. On a chair. On the floor. On my bed. On my sister’s bed. You get the idea.
Anyway, I’ll scan some pictures in and post them today if I can. Right now I hear children coming. And one of them doesn’t sound happy….
