A few months ago we moved the furniture around, eliminating a few pieces, and simplifying the living room layout. Because furniture went out there wasn't enough shelf space for some of my personal treasures and one of the casualties was group of pictures in silver frames.
Over the years I've collected small silver frames as a way of displaying my childhood photos. I'm of the age that almost all the photos of my early years are in black and white and, since I was the first child (and grandchild), there are many more pictures of me than any of the other children. In fact, I have a full album of my earliest years. My father loved photography, still does. After months of being tucked away (for no particular reason other than laziness), I have returned the photos to the shelf. The room feels complete again.