A Picture Paints A Thousand Words

I was looking at some pics today and I was wondering how many millions of pictures are floating around this old world. Pics in peoples closets, up on shelves, in their attics, their hope chests, in wallets. Tucked away in albums, hanging on walls. What would we do without pictures? They are the memories of our lives, we cannot live without them. We hold them dear.

I have pictures that have no names on them. Old pictures, I will probably never know who they are. The loved ones that would know are gone now. Taking the identities of those in the pics with them. So sad. Babies, young kids, older people posing in family form. Black and white pictures, freyed on the edges. In old clothes, that are coming back into style now. Old houses and old cars with people waving to who?

The camera has come a long way. Now alls you have to do is aim and shot. Set the timer, get in the pic yourself. Oh how we cherish our pictures. Christmas, Easter, 4th of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving. We take pictures of weddings, first commuions, birthdays, graduations, first steps, first day of school, pics with Santa. We go on trips and capture the wonders we see, the road signs, the sunsets and sunrises of our lives. Without pictures we would only have our memories.

It would be a dull world without pictures. Some of us would never see the rainforest and its beauty, the plants and bugs that live there. Or we would never see a raging river that rafters are oarring down. Or a double rainbow over a waterfall. We would never see the African wildlife or a earthquakes devastation of Haiti or Chili. The wrath that Hurricanes rage on our coastal cities. 911 we can never forget. Everything in sight can be captured on film. The good, the bad and the ugly. But it's all life, every single pic that is taken.

We post our pics on My Space, Face Book and whatever else there is to post them on. We want our friends and loved ones far and near to share pics with us. It is how we see, and yet not see, how families have grown in size and in numbers. It is how we communicate ourselves to others that we don't see on day to day basis. It is how we share with pride our families and our friends.

Pictures say so much. The sorrow and the joy. The old and the young. How our homes change and our cars. The locations of our lives. They speak of the weather, snow, sunny, rainy. They speak of the occasions, the ups and downs, the hard times and the good. Yes pictures do speak thousands of words each and every moment of each and every day. We need our pictures to remember, to hold onto the good old days. The laughter, the fun. They make us laugh and they make us cry.

I love my pictures and I cherish the memories they hold. When I evacuated for Hurricane Rita, I took every single picture I had in my house with me. Some pictures cannot be replaced. They have value to those who hold them. Sentimental value is held high and each of us know what that is. It is a value that has no monetary base to it. It is a value of the heart, of our memories, of our souls. Something we can keep tucked away and go back to from time to time for a little treat back into our past. To make us smile or laugh or cry and remember. They keep alive, in our hearts, loved ones gone on before us and loved ones we see everyday. They are the glue that keeps us all connected.

Pictures, we love them, we love to take them. We need them and we have to have them. They say who we are, where we are, what we are doing. They say how we are feeling, what we are wearing, what colors we like. They say so much. You just need look and you will read what the picture is saying. It's not just a picture. It says a thousand things. Next time you look at your pics, look a little deeper and read what they are saying about life, about love, about joy, about sorrow. Pictures do paint the moments of our lives. Enjoy your pictures, they tell us so much about who we are.

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Dim Flaxenwick 6 years ago from Great Britain

Enjoyed that very much. So true. In front of me now is a pic of my grandfather , holding my baby brother. It's a cobblestone street. Hee hee Looks lik stonewalling behind him too. Thanks for sharing x


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singlmomat52 6 years ago Author

Thank you, it was just a fun Hub that I thought of as I was looking at pictures. God bless and Thanks again for reading my Hubs.

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