This is the second post in a series on photography. If you missed the first, see Treasured Moments in Art.
When I was growing up, my mother or father took the photos for the passages of our lives. We were posed, stood still with our little smiles, and a button was pushed. Birthdays, holidays, and vacations. Photos were taken for these important happenings, they were printed, and then they were put in the photo album or stored in the photo envelope in my father’s desk.