Those are my parents. In like... 1975, I would guess.

I'm in love with our old family albums. With everyone's old family albums. It's strange... I don't really have much nostalgia for my own childhood, since it kind of sucked (just... socially and emotionally difficult; my parents were great), but I have a sense of nostalgia for everyone else's past. I love old photos so much. I'm trying to take more portraits now, partially because they're interesting and I avoided it for so long because I'm sort of shy, and partially because I know that those are what will be important in thirty years.