From the Vault, Apparently

Mom sent me and Dan, I'm to assume, a thumb drive with 552 photos she'd discovered in boxes in a closet. She sent them to her favorite digitizer, and back comes the pictures and a disc. You can imagine the rest.

This isn't the first time she's done this, and I always find it fascinating, since the digitizing people don't ever seem to try to place the pictures in any kind of order. One minute there's a picture of me and Dan in the living room at Basswood circa 1994, then Christmas at Grandpa Tom's and Lizzie is 15 months old, then Bobbi holding an infant Heather with Scott toddlering around her feet.

The first few pictures, I was stunned to see, were photos I took during our 1990 trip.

I wanted to come here to share some of them, especially the cool ones.

Like this one, from Christmas some year at Grandpa Tom's, probably 1989:

Having a kid makes me feel differently about this kind of picture.

How about us boys, dad:

There were some tender pictures of dad and Lizzie, which were neat.

Remember posing on the couch for timer-induced family photo time? And then mom trying to snap one of just us boys?

That was when my hair was just starting to curl and I didn't know what the hell to do with it. Too bad Dan's hand is positioned like that.

Some were pretty cool compositions, pics I'm sure mom took. I especially like those momentary snapshot into the life of a guy, the SHERWOOD from the title of this blog, as he lives his life. One, as a father of two on a trip to Yosemite:

And another, as if this were penned by Joseph Heller, chilling on a couch, no kids, I'd even guess no wife:

This Sherwood-son has filled one of those roles, and is about to fill another.

There are more coming...Dan, feel free to put some up (you and me at Johnny and Janelle's wedding?).

These ones made me smile. They all did, though, really.