Dear Photograph
Autor: Luis Antonio | Publicado: 2012-01-20T15:31:00-08:00



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<img alt="Dear Photograph,
I learned to walk on that bridge and now my son begins his journey.
Ioic" class="pimg" original="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly49b8T2NL1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly49b8T2NL1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,


I learned to walk on that bridge&nbsp;and now my son begins his journey.


Ioic




242 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 HOUR AGO


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At age one and a half, I thought Grandma&amp;#8217;s dishwasher was the best toy ever. Seventeen years later, I&amp;#8217;m not so sure.
Chirpie" class="pimg" original="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly2njzWcIn1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly2njzWcIn1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,


At age one and a half, I thought Grandma’s dishwasher was the best toy ever. Seventeen years later, I’m not so sure.


Chirpie




308 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;22 HOURS AGO


<img alt="Dear Photograph,████ don&amp;#8217;t want to ██ be all █████ alone in ████████ the dark ████ ████. Losing sight █████ of my freedom of ████ ████ expression.Love, Me.
More info on SOPA here: http://vimeo.com/31100268 " class="pimg" original="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly0btkh0gM1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly0btkh0gM1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />

Dear Photograph,
████&nbsp;don’t want&nbsp;to&nbsp;██&nbsp;be all&nbsp;█████&nbsp;alone&nbsp;in&nbsp;████████&nbsp;the dark&nbsp;████&nbsp;████. Losing sight&nbsp;█████&nbsp;of my&nbsp;freedom of&nbsp;████&nbsp;████ expression.Love, Me.

More info on SOPA here:&nbsp;http://vimeo.com/31100268&nbsp;


5,119 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;2 DAYS AGO


<img alt="Dear Photograph,

The heartache of divorce robbed him of his childhood, and then, his smile slowly faded into shades of grey. Thankfully, time has washed away the sadness and brightened up this very same room&amp;#8230;.and my little brother&amp;#8217;s soul.

Love you, Miriam" class="pimg" original="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxynygijKN1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxynygijKN1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,



The&nbsp;heartache&nbsp;of&nbsp;divorce&nbsp;robbed him of his childhood, and then, his smile&nbsp;slowly&nbsp;faded into shades&nbsp;of grey.&nbsp;Thankfully, time has washed away the sadness and brightened up this very&nbsp;same room….and my little brother’s soul.



Love you,&nbsp;Miriam




121 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;3 DAYS AGO


<img alt="Dear Photograph,

I&amp;#8217;d give anything to go back to the days on my parents&amp;#8217; farm, when they were full of boundless energy and love, growing their lush garden&amp;#8217;s and caring for puppies. Now it&amp;#8217;s the weeds of cancer and years of endless chemo that have kept my Dad from tending to what he loves to do most. Life was so much greener.

Eli" class="pimg" original="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxx3bsCpwT1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxx3bsCpwT1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,



I’d give anything to go back to&nbsp;the days on my parents’ farm, when they were&nbsp;full of boundless&nbsp;energy and love,&nbsp;growing their&nbsp;lush garden’s&nbsp;and caring for puppies.&nbsp;Now it’s the weeds of cancer and years of endless chemo that&nbsp;have kept my Dad from tending to&nbsp;what he loves to do most. Life was so much greener.



Eli




249 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;3 DAYS AGO


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Dear Photograph,

Chicago and 1958, this is where my Dad built our home and then we filled it up with love. It&amp;#8217;s said you can never go home again but our memories take us there every time. I hope the family living there now enjoys it as much as we did.

Anne" class="pimg" original="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxuggxkXGf1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxuggxkXGf1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; display: inline; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,



Chicago and 1958, this is where my Dad built&nbsp;our home&nbsp;and then we filled it up with love.&nbsp;It’s said you can never go home again but our memories take us there every time. I hope the family living there now&nbsp;enjoys it as much as we did.



Anne


181 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;5 DAYS AGO


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Dear Photograph,
I&amp;#8217;d travel any road that life takes me as long as it&amp;#8217;s with my 2 most favorite guys in the world!
Donna Kay
" class="pimg" original="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxsvt1GYaK1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxsvt1GYaK1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; display: inline; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,


I’d&nbsp;travel any road that life takes me as long as it’s with my 2 most&nbsp;favorite guys in the world!


Donna Kay




132 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;6 DAYS AGO


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Dear Photograph,
40 years later it&amp;#8217;s still nice to know my mom was always one step behind watching over me.
Teri
" class="pimg" original="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxr88g41P21qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxr88g41P21qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; display: inline; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,


40 years later it’s still&nbsp;nice to know my mom was always one step behind watching over me.


Teri




284 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 WEEK AGO


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This little girl is all grown up, and grandma is gone, but her garden still grows&amp;#8230;

Patricia" class="pimg" original="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxom11JAn81qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxom11JAn81qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; display: inline; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,



This little girl is all grown up, and grandma is gone, but her garden still grows…



Patricia




762 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 WEEK AGO


<img alt="Dear Photograph,
My Dad, and good old Bandit, strolling along Whitley Bay. I&amp;#8217;d love to take that leash once more.
Paul " class="pimg" original="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxnxixS7Er1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxnxixS7Er1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; display: inline; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,


My Dad, and good old Bandit, strolling along Whitley Bay. I’d love to take that leash once more.


Paul&nbsp;




241 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 WEEK AGO




<img alt="Dear Photograph,

Pretty soon we won&amp;#8217;t be able to afford to live in this house anymore, and you will be all that I have left. I don&amp;#8217;t know what&amp;#8217;s harder&amp;#8230;letting go of the house or letting go of the little girl that grew up here.

Diane" class="pimg" original="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxlvtmXkPz1qcuqzso1_500.png" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxlvtmXkPz1qcuqzso1_500.png" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,



Pretty soon we won’t be able to afford to&nbsp;live in this house anymore, and you will be all that I have left. I don’t know what’s harder…letting go of the house or letting go of the little girl&nbsp;that grew up here.



Diane




314 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 WEEK AGO


<img alt="Dear Photograph,
My grandpa doesn&amp;#8217;t recognize me anymore, but he still smiles every time I show him this picture. I hope that deep inside he remembers how much I loved hanging out with him..
Love, Laura" class="pimg" original="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxjxv5gDlw1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxjxv5gDlw1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,


My grandpa doesn’t recognize me anymore, but he still smiles every time I show him this picture. I&nbsp;hope that&nbsp;deep inside he remembers how much I loved hanging out with him..


Love, Laura




1,103 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 WEEK AGO


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Dear Photograph,

Like fine china, our love for each other is priceless.

Alex
" class="pimg" original="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxi40wtyLt1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxi40wtyLt1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,



Like fine china, our love for each other is priceless.



Alex




80 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 WEEK AGO


<img alt="Dear Photograph,
I know he must be shaking his head every time he looks down at me and sees me smoking. I&amp;#8217;m trying to quit for him. I miss you gramps, and I&amp;#8217;m sorry.
Love, Katie" class="pimg" original="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxg7ixuDxg1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxg7ixuDxg1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,


I know he must be&nbsp;shaking his head every time he looks down at me and&nbsp;sees me smoking.&nbsp;I’m trying to quit for him. I miss you gramps, and I’m sorry.


Love, Katie




233 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;1 WEEK AGO


<img alt="Dear Photograph,

Where are the days when I could let myself enjoy the smallest of things with so much ease? I really miss that.

Federico" class="pimg" original="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxdyk2eFs01qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxdyk2eFs01qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,



Where are the days when I could let myself enjoy the smallest of things&nbsp;with so much ease? I really miss that.



Federico




361 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;2 WEEKS AGO


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Dear Photograph,
These are my parents, after they got a license to wed, happy as larry. Sadly, I now know diamonds aren&amp;#8217;t forever&amp;#8230;
Kristy
" class="pimg" original="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxcq1o0GFv1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxcq1o0GFv1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; display: inline; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,


These are my parents, after they got a license to wed, happy as larry. Sadly, I now know diamonds aren’t forever…


Kristy




210 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;2 WEEKS AGO


<img alt="Dear Photograph,

Please keep her happy stories coming&amp;#8230;

Scott" class="pimg" original="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxanpv48RM1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxanpv48RM1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; display: inline; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,



Please keep her happy stories coming…



Scott




207 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;2 WEEKS AGO


<img alt="Dear Photograph,
New Years Day time travelled and took me and my big bro all the way back to where I was born in Zaltbommel, Netherlands. All these years have passed and now we&amp;#8217;re more than brothers, we&amp;#8217;re best of friends.
Jos Van Den Berg" class="pimg" original="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx95gp803X1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx95gp803X1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; display: inline; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />

Dear Photograph,

New Years Day time travelled and took me and my big bro all the way back to where I was born in Zaltbommel, Netherlands. All these years have passed and now we’re more than brothers, we’re best of friends.

Jos Van Den Berg


376 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;2 WEEKS AGO


<img alt="Dear Photograph,

This New Year, I wish they could be this happy. They&amp;#8217;ve been through so much&amp;#8230;

Amanda" class="pimg" original="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx78bjjMG81qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx78bjjMG81qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; display: inline; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,



This New Year, I wish they&nbsp;could be&nbsp;this happy. They’ve been through so much…



Amanda




162 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;2 WEEKS AGO


<img alt="Dear Photograph,
I remember when my Dad taught my niece how to ride her bike. Today she stands tall and this photo is what I now hold close to me. Dad passed away, suddenly, eight weeks ago and Christmas and New Year&amp;#8217;s Eve just didn&amp;#8217;t shine the same without him here.
Miss you, Yvonne" class="pimg" original="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx551o2BEN1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx551o2BEN1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; display: inline; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,


I remember when my Dad taught my niece how to ride her bike. Today she stands tall and this photo&nbsp;is what I now hold close to me.&nbsp;Dad passed away, suddenly, eight weeks ago and Christmas and New Year’s Eve&nbsp;just didn’t&nbsp;shine the same&nbsp;without him here.


Miss you, Yvonne




269 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;2 WEEKS AGO




<img alt="Dear Photograph,

New Year&amp;#8217;s resolutions and 30 years gone  by&amp;#8230;what was that little boy inside of me thinking about so long  ago? I hope I never quit chasing that little boy&amp;#8217;s dreams. It&amp;#8217;s what  matters most.
Scott" class="pimg" original="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx3ecxC29Z1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx3ecxC29Z1qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />

Dear Photograph,



New Year’s resolutions and 30 years gone by…what was that little boy inside of me thinking about so long ago?&nbsp;I hope I never quit&nbsp;chasing that&nbsp;little boy’s dreams. It’s what matters most.

Scott


436 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;2 WEEKS AGO


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Dear Photograph,

As the New Year marks the passage of time, so do my childhood memories in my parent&amp;#8217;s home. They will be selling their house and the memories will fade to black and white, but they will always be kept, safely wrapped with love, in my heart.

Amelia" class="pimg" original="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx1hgbX0Ci1qcuqzso1_500.png" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx1hgbX0Ci1qcuqzso1_500.png" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,



As the New Year&nbsp;marks the passage of time, so do&nbsp;my childhood memories in my parent’s home. They will be selling their house and the memories&nbsp;will fade to black and white, but they&nbsp;will always be&nbsp;kept, safely wrapped with love,&nbsp;in my heart.



Amelia


180 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;3 WEEKS AGO


<img alt="
Dear Photograph,

Snowflakes and kisses, being small and care free&amp;#8230;these are a few of my favorite things.

Ashley
" class="pimg" original="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwzm5oF6I01qcuqzso1_500.jpg" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwzm5oF6I01qcuqzso1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-transition-duration: 0.8s; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; border-color: initial; border-image: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-width: initial; display: inline; max-width: 500px;" width="500px" />



Dear Photograph,



Snowflakes and kisses, being small and care free…these are a few of my favorite things.



Ashley




167 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;3 WEEKS AGO


<img alt="
Dear Photograph,

This Christmas was my first without you. You gave me the best 14 years a dog could ever give, and that special gift of love&amp;#8230;your puppies. I miss them, and I will always miss your sweet face.

Love, Chantal
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Dear Photograph,



This Christmas was&nbsp;my first without you. You gave me the best 14 years a dog could ever give, and that special gift&nbsp;of love…your puppies.&nbsp;I miss them, and I will always miss your sweet face.



Love, Chantal




335 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;3 WEEKS AGO


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Dear Photograph,
Christmas day would always come again on Boxing day, when Grandma and her sister would come to our house,give us presents,guzzle Newcastle Brown Ale and whiskey and play hours of Monopoly. Eating turkey and topping the day off with falling asleep on the sofa&amp;#8230;that was a very merry time.
Dave
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Dear Photograph,


Christmas day would always come&nbsp;again&nbsp;on Boxing day, when Grandma and her sister would come to our house,give us presents,guzzle Newcastle Brown Ale and whiskey and play hours of&nbsp;Monopoly. Eating turkey and topping the day off with falling asleep on the sofa…that was a very merry time.


Dave




110 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;3 WEEKS AGO


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Dear Photograph,

The holiday season is a time to gather around those you love. It came just in time to stand beside Mom while she fights through her first round of chemo. One year can bring so much change and despite what has come our way, our family has grown that much stronger.

Jason
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Dear Photograph,



The holiday season is a time to gather around&nbsp;those you love. It came just in time to&nbsp;stand beside Mom while she fights through her first round of chemo. One year can bring so much change and despite what&nbsp;has come&nbsp;our way, our family has grown that much stronger.



Jason




136 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;3 WEEKS AGO


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Over 20 years ago my father rode his bike around town at Christmas and made people happy! Today I hopped on my Harley and got the chance to continue this tradition. I got to spread lots of Christmas cheer, posing for photos, handing out Tim Horton&amp;#8217;s gift cards and making people smile! Merry Christmas Dad, I&amp;#8217;m glad to follow in your footsteps!
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Dear Photograph,

Over 20 years ago my father rode his bike around town at Christmas and made people happy! Today I hopped on my Harley and got the chance to continue this tradition. I got to spread lots of Christmas cheer, posing for photos, handing out Tim Horton’s gift cards and making people smile! Merry Christmas Dad, I’m glad to follow in your footsteps!

Jesse&nbsp;


355 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;3 WEEKS AGO


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Dear Photograph,

My Dad made sure that our yearly Christmas tradition of topping the tree was such an honor between my brothers and I. This is one cozy memory that I will always hold close to my heart&amp;#8230;and I know when my time comes, I will make sure I pass it on to my own family.
Merry Christmas!

Taylor
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Dear Photograph,



My Dad made sure that our yearly Christmas tradition&nbsp;of topping the tree&nbsp;was&nbsp;such an honor between my brothers and I.&nbsp;This is one cozy memory that&nbsp;I will always&nbsp;hold close to my heart…and&nbsp;I know when my time comes, I&nbsp;will make sure&nbsp;I pass it&nbsp;on&nbsp;to&nbsp;my own family.

Merry Christmas!



Taylor




194 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;3 WEEKS AGO


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Dear Photograph,

Growing up with 3 hens a clucking, and being the lone partridge in a pear tree, there was rarely a silent night. In spite of being all tangled up in their drama, I can&amp;#8217;t wait for the holidays to be together and strung up once more.

Zach
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Dear Photograph,



Growing up with 3 hens a clucking, and being the lone partridge in a pear tree, there was rarely a silent night. In spite of being all tangled up in their drama, I can’t wait for the holidays to be together and strung up once more.



Zach




200 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;3 WEEKS AGO


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My brother and I back in time&amp;#8230;when dinner and batman was all we cared about.
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Dear Photograph,

My brother and I&nbsp;back in time…when dinner and batman was all we cared about.

Lauren


180 NOTES |&nbsp;REBLOG&nbsp;|&nbsp;4 WEEKS AGO