Background

I was looking at a photo of Noah, my brother’s kid. I realized something. It is a sort of blurry photo with all of us talking, laughing, living and such. He won’t remember any of it. But some day he’ll wonder who the people in this photo are.

We are the blurry friends in his picture. When he’s twenty-something and he actually cares about pictures like this – We will be part of the captured moment he won’t remember.

So, I look at pictures of when I was a kid growing up – with all my parent’s friends in the background – blurry – talking, laughing, living and such. Captured moments I don’t remember.