The Keeper of the Memories Project

It was a slippery slope, the series of mundane events that led me to where I sit today, on top of boxes upon boxes of jumbled photographs and barely contained, broken-binding albums. And still they pour in, between inherited photos from relatives now passed, and my grandmother digging out photos from her childhood.

Add to that my reignited passion for photography and my tendency towards obsessive categorization and cross-categorization, and you may begin to see the depth and breadth of the project that has taken over my life.

Keeper of the Memories

This is only a portion of the hard-copy photographs. There are more. And then digital cameras were invented...le sigh.

I think of the Keeper of the Memories Project as my Kraken, slumbering beneath the depths of clothes on my closet floor until I open a box and wake it from its slumber, only for it to throw its multitude of of photographic suckers upon me and try to drag me under.

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