What's your favorite picture? Like you love the pictures so much it's actually printed on film,

maybe even framed or in a photo album. Maybe it's a picture from years ago taken with an actual, wait for it, a camera, not a phone. One of my favorite pictures is a simple

impromptu snapshot of me and my grandfather sitting on a couch together. Judging by my

mullet, yes, I just said that. I'm thinking it was 1992, maybe 1993. Pictures used to be an event.

It took effort to make sure the camera had film and the batteries weren't dead, your finger wasn't

over the lens, and of course, the eye-staring contest with the camera don't blink but what i liked about

taking pictures with a real camera as it meant it was something special something you really

wanted to remember something you you wanted to just hold in your hand to remember it by.

Even waiting for the one-hour print felt like an eternity.

And then, warm off the printer.

There it is.

The photo.

The memory in your hand.

The memories of that moment relived in your mind as you smile, maybe cry,

you reminisce. The whole process was special. Now, that's not to say the 10,000 pictures

you've taken with your phone aren't as sentimental or carry such stories.

But truth told, how often do you go back through the random quick shots of years past?

The cute puppy you saw at a park, or maybe the cool latte art.

Or if you're like me, the parking deck level and number where you part your car at the airport,

don't get me wrong. I'm grateful to have the convenience in my back pocket at all times,

but if there's one thing, a quote-unquote camera taught us, it was to be aware, to be in the moment,

to be present, mindful.

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