A photo is more than just a photo to me.
Captured proof that something actually existed in my life.
It’s a reflection of a time and a moment in my life. It’s remembrance of a moment that no one can take from me.
For adoptees, there are so many memories that aren’t memories at all.
They simply don’t exist.
LOST IN ADOPTION…
Not just one family but two families.
When your birth parents abandon and reject you it’s hard to believe people wills stay. Most of the time I’ve found they don’t so capturing the moments is essential to me.
Birthdays, Holidays, Births, School Days, Growing Up, Faces, & Smiles.
Moments in pictures last a lifetime.
Pictures are free.
I have plastic bins filled with photos from my life. I take pictures of as much as possible, as many people as possible and of as many things as possible.
My experience with losing so much has given me a unique perspective of the value of a memory because so many special and symbolic memories for me in my life simply don’t exist. As for most adoptees.
I always tell people the things I need in life are free.
Time & Memories.
I can never duplicate any memory exactly like it was the original time the memory took place. This is where a PICTURE comes in. It’s the closest thing I will ever have of the proof I can pull out at anytime and reminisce on old times I hold close to my heart.
So much LOST in ADOPTION…
Never to return.
I don’t want to lose any more.
They walk away.
This is very important to me.
Pictures are very important to me.
They are ties to my heart.
Can any of my fellow adoptees relate to being obsessed with taking photos? Have you ever contributed it in with being adopted?
I would love to hear your thoughts.