Brennan is a senior in high school this year. We had some pictures taken at the mall, including a set of wallet-size photos, which he needed to give to the yearbook staff. "Give the rest of them to your friends," I suggested.
He sighed and smiled, and it hit me. Duhhhh.
"Mome..." he explained so patiently. "When we want pictures of each other, we just send them to each other's PHONES."
No paper photographs. The genealogist in me shudders.
Seriously, it's kind of sad - I still have pictures of friends from high school haunting a box in the garage. The only photographic evidence he will have will be on his phone - or on Facebook. So odd to me, to not have something tactile to keep forever, something on which they can write a message (write! Like, with a pen!) and sign their name to and be embarrassed by two years later. It's a good thing we still have yearbooks.