Dear Photograph,
I was just visiting my grandparents house and found this photo of when i was a child, over 33 years ago.. This brought back so many awesome memories as i loved this cat basil and spending time with my grandparents reminds me of the best childhood memories.

Dear Photograph,
In 1982 I was a little girl on the beach of Busan, South Korea looking out into the ocean wondering what life might bring my way. I came back to this very spot in 2011 and I stood in the same spot with a two year old little boy and another one on the way still looking out to the ocean and wondering yet again what more fun things life has in store. Life is like an ocean shore it keeps going and coming back for more. My life motto.

This past October, Dear Photograph and About Time had a contest to give away a trip to anywhere in the world for people who sent in a Dear Photograph related to love or their family. Once our winner Jennifer found out she won she told me in an email it was the best day of her life because a day before she found out the adoption papers for their new child went through.

Jennifer just sent me an email linked to a blog post to their trip they went on to Turks & Caicos in March. Looks like they made a few new memories and an unforgettable trip of a lifetime.

Not only has Dear Photograph given me so many amazing opportunities, it’s given me a different outlook on life. And for that I can be forever thankful. Thanks to Jennifer and her husband for making my day.

Dear Photograph,
Over 40 years ago, my big sister and I stood out in front of our dad’s Studebaker for this picture. Some things have changed: I’m not such a big ham in front of the camera any more, I have my own 5-year-old, and the Studebaker hasn’t run for many decades. But that tree, the house with our parents in it, and all that love remain the same. Thanks for the wonderful memories of playing with my best friend.

Dear Photograph,
Fourteen years ago, you were more than just a memory. You were more than saved birthday cards and boxes of photo albums. Your clothes still hang in the closet and your toothbrush remains in the bathroom after all these months as if we are foolishly awaiting your return. If it weren’t for these souvenirs of the life you once possessed, I would have the hardest time deciding if you really once existed or if these thoughts of you are nothing more than beautiful figments of my sad imagination.

Dear Photograph,
Though I am taller than you now, I look up to you still as I did nearly twenty years ago.

Dear Photograph,
I miss the days when the dream to lace ‘em up in the blue and white was still alive. -Taylor

Dear Photograph,
Life seemed so simple in the days of black and white .
You were father of four daughters and loving it.
But time has a way of changing.
The car is gone, the dog is gone and you have been gone seven years now.
The only thing that is remaining are the mountains that you loved 
and the memories we hold near and dear to our hearts.
Loving and missing you still, your four daughters.
Till we meet again. -Clydene
August 7, 1928 - April 15, 2007)

Dear Photograph,
life flies by.Yours did too. It’s been 8 years since you faded from that picture, and we still miss you lots.You were alive, you were smiling and you were loving. I wish it wasn’t past tense.

Dear Photograph,
I had a lot of fun playing with my grandparents fountain. I also have a lot of memories falling into it.

Dear Photograph,
Cheetos forever!
-Seokyeong Han

Dear Photograph,
Tell me, where has the time gone? It’s nearing the end of senior year, and all I can think about is the past. Moments like this photo, taken in my grandparent’s front yard at Waimea. A photo incorporating everything from smiles to tears, and the time spent with the ones I love most. These are the simple moments I miss. Why can’t I relive them all over again? Because it’s true what they say, time does fly by… I’ve changed, maybe a whole lot or maybe a little, but deep down I’m still that crying baby in the middle. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to reflect on the past, and now it’s finally that time to dry my tears and move on to the future! I mua!
Aloha, Kiana xo

Dear Photograph,
Chaque jour je m’amuse avec impatience à traduire les photos proposées. Aujourd’hui, je voudrais inverser les rôles, en l’honneur de ces après-midi passées avec ma soeur à Landivisiau (Finistère) chez nos grands parents.
Quinze années plus tard, nous vivons tous les deux dans cette grande ville qu’est Paris, mais nous n’oublierons jamais le parfum de ces magnifiques instants et de cette complicité qui nous liait. Continue like that, un grand merci,

Dear Photograph,
I was only a toddler when we left Arizona, so I don’t have any memories of Kingman, or the family business, Eaton’s Desert Drug. That’s why I treasure photographs like this. Although the drugstore is no longer there, and the pharmacist (my father) has been gone for almost 2 years now, his legacy of hard work, sacrifice and love of family remain with his widow, children and grandchildren. Thank you, Dad, for being my father.

Dear Photograph, 
I went to visit my 86 year old mother this week who had been recovering from a near fatal bout with the flu‎. In the last few months, she had finally begun downsizing and de-cluttering her home so she gave me an envelope of pictures that I had given to her over the years. Included was a picture of me and my then fiancée Debra. I realized I was sitting on the same couch as we had been when the original photo was taken. The three cushions along the back were still in the same order as they had been nearly 26 years ago. 
Love, Jamie 

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