Back in the summer when I was in Indiana where my family lives, my grandfather asked me if I'd take a picture of him. Because he had just joined Facebook. And he needed an updated profile picture.
I'm still weirded out by anyone over the age of forty who wants to use Facebook. I guess I'm agist. Although what I did get out of this was getting to see some beautiful prints of Granddad from the past. No one gets large glossy pictures made anymore. Understandably because it's expensive and so much easier to organize digitally. But just like the printed page, there's something so magical about the physicality of developed film.
My grandfather moved in with us when I was around fifteen so I got to spend a lot of time around him. It's a bit frightening when you can see genetics up close. Inherited traits:
- like to keep to ourselves (he is arguably reclusive)
- quiet but talkative when comfortable
- crappy eyesight
- love for books and reading
- affinity for bottled Starbucks frappucinos
- worrier / internalize problems
- cat lover