I’ve stopped taking photos so I can replay life’s adventures in my mind

I’ve stopped taking photos so I can replay life’s adventures in my mind

By Wendy J. LeBlanc

I stopped taking photographs about eight years ago. Well, that’s not entirely true as I admit to reaching for my cellphone camera when my photogenic(ˌfōdəˈjenik) and very cute granddaughter is unaware(ˌənəˈwer) of my movements. I should have written that I stopped taking photographs when we are vacationing(vāˈkāSH(ə)n), walking along wooded trails(trāl) and rocky shorelines(ˈSHôrlīn) or enjoying nature in our backyard gardens.

Why, you ask? How will you remember a sunny vineyard(ˈvinyərd) view in the County(ˈkoun(t)ē), an evening stroll(strōl) with your husband along the Millennium(məˈlenēəm) Trail, the backyard birds visiting your feeders(ˈfēdər)?

Like many changes we make in our lives, it began as a journey – literally(ˈlidərəlē). As a military(ˈmiləˌterē) family we enjoyed postings to wonderful places, including Germany, Vancouver(vanˈko͞ovər), Kingston and Montreal(ˌmäntrēˈôl). We took advantage of our weekends and vacations to explore the communities and surrounding areas, snapping(ˈsnapiNG) photos to ensure we’d remember special moments with special people in special places.

So, when my husband and I began chucking(CHək) out many years of accumulated(əˈkyo͞om(y)əˌlāt) stuff for our final move before a retirement home – I think this is called “downsizing” these days – we were faced with sorting through thousands of photographs and trying to work out where to store them.

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