I can't seem to find a place to start with the telling of the tale of the big party. Or even a middle place. Not one moment stands out over the others as the logical place to start. Every photo I edit tells a story to me. Every photo contains a person connected to an event, a memory, a happening in my life, or in our lives. As long-time friends and relatives walked through the door, each represented a piece of the tapestry of our lives, flowing together to create one beautiful magical evening of remembrances, both old and new.
I'll get it right in my head and it will all tumble out eventually. But for now, I picked this photo first, the last one out of my camera this weekend. Its my mom and dad with their grandchildren. Its the end and the beginning. The middle part is me, trying to connect the dots of the past, in order to preserve the past for the future. No wonder I am struggling with the words.