I love flipping through my parents photo albums from the old days. Some date back to when they were kids, though there aren’t that many pics left now. Those old black-and-white turned sepia pics, with the faded-away affect, starts me thinking about that age and time, about my grandparents, about my parents’ when they were young.

It also gets me thinking – will the next generation only see our photos in picasa/webshots {replace with software of choice}, and will they never know the joy of turning the leaves of actual albums?