I was looking through some old pictures the other day; pictures of my childhood, pictures of relatives and friends, many who are no longer here with us. Sitting alone in my study, I found myself verbalizing those memories. “Wow, that sure was a great cowboy suit.” I said looking at one Christmas photo. “I remember that old car dad used to drive.” The past can be relived, at least to some degree, through memories. And memories can be relived through pictures. Looking at...