Thank the maker for the invention of the camera. As I have been scanning so much of my old analog photography (you know, the stuff we shot on film for so many years before moving into the digital age), I have come to realize just how much these photographs are worth. Not monetarily, but more of the obvious... it is a slice of time that can never be quite recreated. “One can never go home” as it were. The one constant force in this universe is change. Everything changes. Entropy has it’s way with everything. Landmarks, vehicles, things... all eventually see the ravages of time. Including people. We get older. We pass on.

So many of the photographs I have taken over the years are evidence of just that. I never set out to document the world which I lived in, I was taking photos mostly for the sake of art or to capture a fun moment.

Now I look at these images... mostly still images, but some video as well. I see moments in time lost over the years. Loved ones now gone. Ghosts really.

They haunt me, yet at the same time they comfort me. Sometimes I wish I could, if only briefly, step into the photograph and revisit that time in my life. Revisit old friends. Loved ones which are gone now, forever missing in my life. No. I am not saying I would want to live in the past, but per chance to visit. To celebrate a holiday again with my entire family. If for only once in while.

No, you can’t go home again, but I sure wish I could visit.