Dear Photograph
I revisited Walhalla cemetery recently, where the original photo was taken around 43 years ago. Walhalla is a small gold-mining town in country Victoria Australia. There are only 16 permanent residents there now as the gold-mining is no longer viable and most people moved away when the mines closed. 
The town continues to be of historical interest and tourists still visit the town and its cemetery which has over 1300 burials, though most sites no longer have headstones. 
Returning with this pic and taking the ‘dear photograph’ shot was quite an emotional experience for me. It was like looking through a window into my past.

Dear Photograph,
I love how over time, certain places have become “ours” and when we go back there, it’s like re-reading my favorite passage from my favorite book.
Love, Jen

Dear Photograph,
A Christmas card from 1962 by the original owners of our house, shot right in front of our fireplace.

Dear “Dear Photograph”,

Thank you for your beautiful blog and for inspiring me to make my own ‘Dear Photograph’ book for my parents as a gift this Christmas. In the process of taking over 400 pictures in the style of your blog, I visited the battered post-Hurricane Sandy New Jersey shoreline where I grew up. I visited preschools,bridges, churches, and grammar schools.  I visited the homes and backyards of aunts, uncles, and grandparents. I started on the eastern shore of the state, visited the western border, and returned to the eastern shore again. I visited various moments in my life and was ultimately reacquainted with my childhood self. And in the end, the process of taking the photos was as beautiful as the result.

So Dear Photograph,
Thank you for reminding us of who we were, who we are, and who we are going to be.



Dear Photograph,
After 65 days of triple digit temperatures, it’s hard to remember mittens and hot chocolate were a must 6 months ago. Thanks for reminding me that a hot summer like this will come to an end!

Dear Photograph,
I lived with these gals for four years…four years!? I miss them terribly now that we don't live together, but I love them just the same and always look forward to the plays we go to, the progressive dinners we host, and the moments we share!

Dear Photograph,
Christmas won’t be the same without you around. We now have the house and will make memories of our own. I love you mom and thanks for making me the man I am today.

Dear Photograph,
I miss my best friend. There was never a dull moment with us. She moved away and we don’t see each other often. The memories seem to be disappearing. I wish we could go back to those days.

Dear Photograph,
I have spent every Christmas morning in this room surrounded by the people I love the most. Some of those people are no longer around, but by looking at this photograph I am able to remember them and all the amazing memories we had in that room.

Dear Photograph,
The canyon never seems to change year in and year out, yet so much has happened in our short lives since our visit last year.

Dear Photograph,
The original, is a photograph of my parents sledding in 1948 at my dad’s childhood home. I’m lucky enough to own the house now with my husband. We added the addition about five years ago, to enjoy the view and be able to watch sledding from a warm vantage point. It’s fun to have kids of all ages enjoying the hill that so many have been sledding on over the years.

Dear Photograph,
This is my grandmother playing with my father on the front porch of the 1800’s plantation house. The photo was taken in 1960. My grandmother passed away a month before her first great-grandchild was born, we were visiting, looking through old photographs after her funeral and found this. It made my heart melt.

Dear Photograph,
My mother had no idea what was going to come her way that year. She and her brother and sister would learn to journey through life without their mother by their side. Grandpa carried on and took care of all three of them all by himself. He took lots of pictures of them and I’m sure my grandmother was there looking at them over his shoulder all through their life.
Dear Photograph,
Our lemonade wasn’t a very big hit that day. Maybe we should have used real lemons instead of all that granulated stuff.
Dear Photograph,
Looking back at my mom at age 9, I can see even then that she was a confident young woman. She still stands tall and proud today, even taller in my eyes. Thank you Mom for teaching me to be strong!
Love, Nicole
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