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, 48 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Enneagram type FOUR and introvert, I am a non-stipendiary priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir, play guitar, write, draw and laugh… a lot. Scrum master at Vision Ltd, Dundee. 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.

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