Envision this:

Your great-great-grand children are all sitting around the table at Thanksgiving. Everyone is laughing and talking about the good ole days and flipping through an album you decided to print all those years ago.

Someone laughs out loud and says "what were they wearing?!" and someone else comments on how Joey has great-great-grandma's eyes. Conversations get started about how those photos were taken right here on the family farm, and how that cast iron plow is still out in the back field. Aunt Sue pipes up and says 'wow, I am so glad we have these" and THAT my friends, is why we print our photographs.

Memories deserve to be felt and lived. I am a firm believer in that.