Dear Photograph,
I miss the days when all the neighborhood kids would go caroling, and we never worried about what we were wearing or who was seen hanging out with who. Now that we’ve hit high school and college, I guess everyone is too cool for that now…I’m not.
Kelsey
Dear Photograph,
They say a picture is worth a thousand words but is it….Can you tell by looking at this photograph that the woman smiling back at you was just told she would need an Auto Islet Pancreas transplant on the eleventh day of this December? 
Love, Holly
Dear Photograph,
In 1978 a snowstorm blew into our  town. After the wind and snow had passed, we noticed a silhouette of snow that resembled the Three Wise Men had stuck to the  side of our barn. In 1985, a fire  swept through and all but the front piece of the original barn stands today. 
Cassandra 
Dear Photograph,
Last November, my son and I were taking a walk and watching the trains. A year later who would’ve known that his Mommy and Daddy would no longer be together? I haven’t seen my best friend in sixty-eight days. If I could go back in time I would scoop up my frowning little boy, hold him longer, walk further and never let him go.
Daddy

Here at Dear Photograph we’ve received an early Christmas present all the way from the UK! We couldn’t be prouder or more excited to share with you the news! Lilygreen and Maguire, an amazing UK pop rock duo, who were inspired by Dear Photograph, have written a song titled: DEAR PHOTOGRAPH. We are thrilled to be on board with them as they release the single Dear Photograph and create the music video which you could be a part of. Check out this link: http://lilygreenandmaguire.com/dearphotograph and see how you and your Dear Photograph footage could possibly be chosen to be in their official video!

Dear Photograph,
My mother was 22 and studying at George Washington University in 1972 when she posed for the camera outside the Eisenhower Executive Office Building in Washington, DC. Who would’ve known that forty years later, when I was 22, I would be a White House intern working in that very same building? As I look at this photo it feels a bit like time travel…It’s an odd feeling to be in a photograph with your mother when you’re both the same age.
Arthur

Dear Photograph,
Spirit, my divine dachshund for seventeen years and model for my annual Christmas card, had to leave me in the summer of ‘83. When the joy of the season rolled around once again and it was time to design my card, I was still the sad little boy who had lost his best friend. Hopeless, split and feeling defeated I sent out my card that year titled “Tracking Santa” in hopes my spirit would one day return.
Tony
Dear Photograph,
It’s nice to know I’ve always had my own little cheering section, starting thirty years ago, helping me take my first steps. I hope they’ll always be behind me and never let go. 
Anika
Dear Photograph,
This Christmas just won’t be the same without you here.
Bobbi

Dear Photograph wishes you a Happy Thanksgiving!

Dear Photograph,

Five years ago, you could see the love and it was warm inside. Now it’s almost impossible to get the three of them to stay in the same room together. The trauma-inducing annual photo shoots are always worth it…
Jen

Dear Photograph,
Even though my brother is too big to walk on grandad’s toes now, he still keeps us on ours!
Roisin
Dear Photograph,
If I look far ahead or rather twenty-two years behind me, I can still get a glimpse of my brother and I in our back garden, swinging away the years, and not a worry in sight as to what changes time will inevitably bring. 
Lee
Dear Photograph,
There have been many great catches over the years while spending time fishing with his Dad. But I think I got the best catch of all….him!
Happy 40th Birthday Brian!
Love, Carrie 
Dear Photograph,
Kayaking in the bay with you was always an adventure. You’d pretend to be Prince Eric and I was Princess Ariel. I miss the visits we spent together doing crossword puzzles in the newspaper and watching Jeopardy. I’m so glad you called me out of the blue just to say you love Mom and I, because the very next morning you passed away. I wish you could have seen how many roses were placed in your memory. You were the best grandpa, and I’m the luckiest granddaughter.
Love, Megan
Dear Photograph,
Once upon a time in Morehead, Kentucky, you could hear the train whistle and watch people coming and going. Now this is the final destination as only the old train station still remains, standing strong, holding all the memories of days gone by.
Tyler
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