Nostalgia.

I just can't get enough of old family photos. They're beautiful. Like my grandma says, they don't make them like that anymore. The top photo is my Dad, his sister, and my Grandma Rickard ca. 1958 in Columbus. As a kid, my Dad never went anywhere without a cowboy hat. We still have the little yellow plastic gun he carried around. My mom's baby picture is from 1956. My grandparents look so young, though they weren't much older than I am now.

I used to think that colors, back in the day, were like the photos. Real life was either black & white or those faded earth tones of photos from my parents high school days in the 1970s. I still wish that that were true.

Since hearing the news a few months ago, I continue to mourn over the loss of Polaroids. I hope there are many others who are as upset about this as I am. How can Kodak just stop making Polaroid film like it's no big deal?