return of the blog - December 16, 2022
Just a few weeks ago, we were visiting family and I had a moment with my grandmother. At some point, she asked me to go to the basement and fetch an old photo album. When I brought it up, I got to see photos of my family before I even existed; things like my parents when they were dating and the first Thanksgiving they attended as a couple. It was decades of memories, perfectly documented without the aid of smart phones with 18 megapixel cameras attached to them. In that moment, I realized, this is why photos are so important. These are moments that no amount of money will ever buy back. Once they pass they're gone forever. I soaked in every bit of sitting at that table with my grandmother, flipping each page and seeing entire decades of my families lives captures in this one, thick, heavy book.
It doesn't seem like it was very long before we stumbled upon a photo of me sitting in her lap. We were in my grandfather's office and in front of me was an IBM XT, a computer that would become my first. Later in life, my dad would bring a decommissioned XT home and using it would become a passion I'd persue for the rest of my life. It ran DOS and only displayed green font over a black background. This was the first time I'd put my hands on a keyboard and it wasn't the last.
Look at that mullet.