So the other day I was going through a couple boxes containing some of my parents' old photographs. As I went through them, I found myself dazing off into some of them; losing myself in a time long gone.

I don't want to get nostalgic right now, but going through them made me smile. It's kind of a renewed love for my brother and my parents (not that it really needed to be renewed). I consider myself extraordinarily blessed for having a complete and loving family; and I don't take it for granted, as I know a good majority of my friends can't really say the same thing.

I picked out four photos I decided I want to share with the community here on dA. I'm pretty sure my father took them, except for the one with him in it; I think my mother probably took that one. Not only did these pictures touch me, but I found some artistic value in them as well. I think they really convey a lot of emotion.



It's funny, sometimes my mom will rub my head and say, "Jesse, what happened to all those beautiful blonde curls you used to have?"
I just look up at her and smile.

Make sure that the people who are important to you know that they are.

Enjoy the pictures.