Photos today don't look like the photos from my childhood. Photos today are sharp: they zing with colour and they zoom in close. They show one beautiful smile, or a pair of sparkling blue eyes; a snowflake, or a golden autumn leaf; or a favourite pair of boots scuffing it up among the daisies. The photos from my childhood don't look like that.
The smile? You'll see it along with that bargain anorak we bought from the shop run out of Mrs Orr's living room (but that's another story); the leaf? you'll see a garden full of them, and a greenhouse, and probably our old Siamese cat somewhere in the middle. Those are the photos with rich details. Crop? In those days? Hardly.
I love today's look. I do. I love zooming in on the little things and pulling one tiny detail into sharp focus and telling one story out of something which might have been lost. Those photos can make gorgeous scrapbook pages too, with their strong focal points and no distractions.
But I do keep reaching back to the pictures with it all - the cluttered backgrounds, the tiny figures in the middle, the stuff. Because often I think if we cut it all out, we're in danger of losing part of our sense of who we are. A story about me making rose petal perfume in our garden? I like to see the whole garden, our long, low 70's bungalow, my sister, my brother, my cat (that cat again), the blue plastic bowl we used for manufacturing - all of it. Because that's who I was, on that day I crushed roses.
Thinking about those rose pictures, now, I'm sorry I didn't pull them out when Get It Scrapped asked me to scrapbook a photo which showed "character, setting and plot" all right there. I think they would have worked. Instead, I found a photo from our summer trip to Orlando
The character? There she is: The (Not So) Small One achieving her dream at Universal Studios. The setting? Well, she's right on the edge, about to step through the dividing brick wall into Diagon Alley. And the plot? What happened? We spotted the wall, then we noticed the gap, and the crowds beyond, and we realised we were on the edge of something big
It was - am I really going to say this? Yes, yes, I am....it was magic.
Character. Setting Plot. All in one picture. There are more ideas here at Visual Storytelling On Scrapbook