Mum and me in early 1972.
My Mum holding me in early 1972. Scanned from a positive film.

There’s a scene in the film Bruce Almighty where Bruce’s girlfriend complains that Bruce has no interest in her current relationship-oriented project of collating an album of shared photographs.

Well that very same project was what Jane and I got up to yesterday … only it was our photos we used not ones of Jim Carey and Jennifer Aniston.

Over the course of far-too-many-hours we sorted through two filled-to-overflowing filing boxes of photographs and firmly filed more than half of them away in photograph albums (Boots have a two-for-one offer on just now).

We’ve still got about 800 photos left to album-ize, but at least most of them are now sorted.

In celebration of the really terrible photos I found — which now fill two and a half mini albums of their own — I’ve started a new blog to share them with the world: My rubbish photos.

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Gareth Saunders

I’m Gareth J M Saunders, 50 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Enneagram type FOUR and introvert (INFP), I am a non-stipendiary priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir, play guitar, play mahjong, write, draw and laugh… Scrum master at Sky. Latterly, web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and former warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall.

4 thoughts on “Photos”

  1. Thanks Ross for making a nice post where I was able to share something of my childhood feel … kinda weird and wrong!

    The thing is I don’t see it myself, although they do say that “men marry their mothers”.

    At the end of the day, I love Jane and I love my Mum, so that’s all that matters really.

  2. to be honest, I can’t see the likeness with Jane.

    one thing I do see though is that your face hasn’t changed much dude

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