Last week I got hit by sudden anxiety.  I felt like all the memories I had captured over the years would somehow evade me.  I started thinking, what if my hard drives crash?  What if my boys don’t remember all the good time we had?  What ifs started to drive a hole in my mind and I could see myself getting drowned in it (anxiety, I’m well aware by now, is fuelled by my out of control hormones, been trying to regulate those damn glands for years, but it still has hiccups.  But I’m not writing a health blog, so moving on…).  So, I decided to print.  As many images as I could. A batch for every year that’s on my drives or DVDs, in order to create a memory box.  Just like in the past, where albums or boxes would be found in a closet and cherished like an old friend you reconnect with.