Throughout their lives together my grandparents took hundreds, if not thousands of pictures. Documenting over fifty years of birthdays, christmases, houses moved to, cars bought, trips taken. I had forgotten about the sometimes tradition of pulling out the projector after Thanksgiving dinner. There's something comforting about stretching out on the floor with a full belly, listening to the kerplunk of the projector, and watching your family history go by. It occurred to me this year that these images are probably a significant part of my love for imagery, and I am thankful they exist.