I’ve been woefully uninspired lately so I’ve been cleaning out the drawers and cupboards in a desperate attempt to stay productive, if not creative. On my way I discovered some old smart media memory cards from an ancient digital camera. You know, the kind that was as big as an air conditioner and took photos about as well? The memory cards have little memory and even less usefulness these days so I was going to pitch them. But I hate just throwing things away.
I stood there with cards in hand and tried to remember back when we had that camera. It wasn’t as easy a task as I’d thought. After two days of mulling it over, I finally narrowed down the time frame and started to go through the old photos to find some taken with these memory cards. Then this little memory card memory book was born.
It brought back some nice memories and I found a bunch of long lost photos in the process. While the photos may not be great, they mean so much. Time goes so fast. If it weren’t for the photos we would forget. I had forgotten. Now I have this little book which takes up very little space but means the world.