Short Essay on Family Photo Album

I ended the geoproject and hid it somewhere. It is not in any normal place - I keep protecting it specially, I lost it in the process!

I looked around somewhere, not somewhere, and I started looking for it wherever I should not be. There are two shelves in our cabinet, I gathered many abandoned books, I would like to know if I have the opportunity to put in my project file.

When I roughly looked at the series, my hand fell into an old family photo album. I turned the cover. My eyes are staring at myself as a picture of a baby in a family embrace called Sushma. She is a cocky woman with big eyes, I think she is obsessed with me, I think she is my mother. When I grew up, I called her mother "brothers horse."

So I was told many times over and over. Now I do not remember one thing about Sushma. This reminds us of the transient nature of most interpersonal relationships - they can gradually disappear, independently in the future, when they seem to be lasting intimate intimately

Turning over the book's page, I stared at me and stared at my brother's picture. It is about 6 to 7 years ago. Since then, when we are doing nothing, it was not particularly my close friend - this happens when two people can not stay with each other.

In that picture, my brother has some protection measures, some are concerned with his eyes, and my throat has a lump. Is this a brother who can be rude and ferocious? I would like to know how he feels when he sees this picture right now. Does he turn and walk? Does he want to break it apart? Or will it help us to make up for each other?

Before the boat house rents at Dal Lake in Sasha Nagar in Kashmir, 5 of us - horses, dads, my sisters, my brothers, I - photos, and the beaches of Waltair and Puri. Darjeeling cardigan shopping center. We are very small, we are very happy and we are full of fun; not only are our parents happy with ourselves, we and our children are also happy.

Do you want to know what will happen when we grow up? Why are complications? Why is life not so beautiful?

Maybe it's related to simplicity and loss of innocence. As we get older, something emerges in our lives. Brilliance, paradise, we come to the earth

I can not accept the idea that it must be such, there are no other options. Quietly, I told myself that I would look for that alternative, where more understanding of the world and its methods did not rule out the pleasure of magical existence in childhood.

When I spent Thursday night with my family, the whole family showed me albums in turn one after another. I sat on an armchair and bombed me with pictures and stories (from Rezo) while imagining the whole family around me. I did not take up space after work. Before I came to Georgia I never saw anyone who really wanted to point out my attention. In the United States, people just did not ask a lot of questions and they talked a lot about the first real meeting with someone. I always know that interpersonal relationships take time and Georgians are overwhelmed (currently I am in Istanbul, and some Turks are overwhelmed by me). My family showed me a lot of facts. Rezo's English is limited but I understand all the stories I tell him; he repeats a lot of words, and still expresses more.

A few years ago the Times published an article entitled "The Art of Destroying Family Albums". And it explained how the album is on the verge of extinction. In this work there is a Dutch curator called Erik Kessels who created an art exhibition called Album Beauty. Erik spent nearly 15 years searching for anonymous family-oriented albums at flea market and used stores. He explained: At the beginning of the year, I imagined a classic family photo album with my team. Vivid touch screen display, automatic layout, seamless software, secure cloud storage, video capabilities, wireless charging and other unparalleled accessibility realized Gender