Mama Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

Mama Don’t Take My Kodachrome Away.

When I feel blue or stressed.
I take to the photo album.
Be it on my phone or an actual album.

I haven’t created an actual photo album since 2004.

So from then till now the memories
are all digital on a hard drive or my phone or disk
Or frames on the wall.

I used to be the keeper of my friends and families memory palaces.
The one with the camera.
A film camera.
The one who took selfies with film, before the term existed.

I see in many friend’s homes the photos I framed
And gave to them as presents. 
I haven’t done that in a while.

I received a camera when I was 7 years old. 
I took a lot of pictures of my dog, Scuffy and bugs. 
Ladybugs and butterflies in particular.

My folks bought me a Kodak Instamatic, moved me up to a Canon Snappy, Polaroid Camera, Canon ELPH (with the panoramic mode), My Dad’s 35mm Canon AE1, the last two I still have.

When I need to connect, and I’m just by myself.
I look through.
And I remember.

And sometimes I post, sometimes I send
to the person in the photo.
Drawing a connection to that person.
That moment.

Some people say — live in the moment
Don’t steal my soul.
Why take so many pictures.
Another selfie?

But folks seem to love it when I send them a photo.
And I like taking them.

I am, believe it or not,
judicious on this decision of
Be in the moment or capture the moment.
I like both.

Photos are precious, they are our history.
They are something we grab in a moment of crisis.
That we sometimes burn to release the pain.

The emotion of that moment is captured
Frozen inside that frame.
Not truly able to be altered
So it is the truth of that moment.
But oh how they also hold many secrets.
Things you will never know. 
The real story.

And now they are there and gone in an instant
Into the ether depending on the app.

The way you feel about moments, photos,
Change over time.

But I think in the file or film the moment is held
There pure.
(well, with photoshop, filters and the smooth of wrinkles)

To photos, are place where I like to go
When I need a lift.
When I can give someone else a lift.
Saying I remember.

A visit to a time and place of the past.
My past.
Their past.
Our past.

Lived in.
Yet open.

Mama, don’t take my Kodachrome away.

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Written by Head Maven & CEO, Heather Newman, Creative Maven

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