
I figure there’s two categories of people when it comes to visually documenting life’s memories…the ones who take a photo of everything and the ones who have a thick layer of dust on the camera sitting on the shelf. I fall into the former category. The food we ate at Brick Lane in London? Captured it. My son’s first airplane ride? Captured that, too. Standing in line at Leo Burdock’s in Dublin? Got it. The bike my husband test drove…
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