On Photography as a Form of Note Taking

By Diana Ruzova 

Growing up, my parents and I would spend long Sunday afternoons on our leather sectional looking at our family photos or watching home videos from not that long ago. Be it nostalgia or something else, I was raised with a sense of pride and downright obsession with our growing family archive. When friends would come over and I would imitate my parents, pull out the family albums instead of turning on the Nintendo, they would raise their eyebrows, confused. One friend called...