This was the I was born in Morristown, New Jersey, probably not far from where this was taken. We used to drive into New York to visit friends when we were back in New Jersey. I’m an upcoming photographer and I have now found a love for film through school and working at a unique movie theatre. I’d love to take a photo like this some day
I wasn’t born until 1999 and my boyfriend wasn’t born until December of 1997 so finding our birthdays was impossible. So I decided to find our anniversary 20 years before it happened for the heck of it. We first met in our high school’s production crew and this picture reminds me a lot of that because of what the people are doing in the picture itself.
I was born on this day at 6:45 pm. Its beautiful to see inside other peoples lives. Sometimes we forget the world was still spinning before we got here and that every single person keeps on living after they are out of our line of sight. This website really brings that thought forward
I was born on this day in Lake Jackson, Tx.
I just watched a video about this site and decided to see what the picture was for this day.
To see such a simple yet powerful photo is inspiring.
It seems they’re on a production set, which is crazy because all throughout high school that’s all I did, I was into production videos and theatre.
To some the picture may not directly speak to them, but these two were photographed doing what they saw as a dream to them.
Although dreams may change, as mine typically do, its always fun to look back on old photos that you’re in just to remember what it was that you were doing at the time.
I do this every year, it helps with facebook releasing “memories from this day” just to see, what was I doing today a year ago, 2 years ago, 3?
That’s why I’m going to ask whoever may be reading this, grab one thing in your life, something you have had for a while, keep it, especially if its something that makes you smile but can also make you frown, or cry, or laugh. Keep something that makes you feel a whole range of emotions, so that when you look at it you can remember the day that thing made you happy, or you can remember when it made you mad so that you may learn from that and know what to do to not be mad at it again.
For me, its a truck, a truck I bought when my old car no longer could get from point a to b. Its the first vehicle I bought with money I earned. Its a small thing in my life, but its also the biggest thing in my life. That truck is much older than me, and has seen much more of the world than I have. But I often look at it and wonder, how many cars have you pulled? How many times have you broke down on the side of a highway? How many times has a mechanic scratched his head wondering how to fix you? But more importantly, how many good memories have been remembered on your tailgate, under the hood, in the cab, parked by a lake, or on a beach, or by a river? What was your first owner’s reaction when they bought you from a dealership?
These are questions I have, but you see with this man, Jaime. You have those answers, you have the answers for what he did every day for 18 years. What he has done is such a beautiful thing, and I wish I could thank him for giving all of us a huge glimpse into his life.
Thursday, January 12, 1995
This was the I was born in Morristown, New Jersey, probably not far from where this was taken. We used to drive into New York to visit friends when we were back in New Jersey. I’m an upcoming photographer and I have now found a love for film through school and working at a unique movie theatre. I’d love to take a photo like this some day
I was also born in Morristown, New Jersey on this day.
I was also born in Morristown, New Jersey as well.
This is the day I became a mommy. My son Jeremy was born at 8:35pm in Fayetteville NC
I wasn’t born until 1999 and my boyfriend wasn’t born until December of 1997 so finding our birthdays was impossible. So I decided to find our anniversary 20 years before it happened for the heck of it. We first met in our high school’s production crew and this picture reminds me a lot of that because of what the people are doing in the picture itself.
I was born on this day at 6:45 pm. Its beautiful to see inside other peoples lives. Sometimes we forget the world was still spinning before we got here and that every single person keeps on living after they are out of our line of sight. This website really brings that thought forward
I was born on this day in Lake Jackson, Tx.
I just watched a video about this site and decided to see what the picture was for this day.
To see such a simple yet powerful photo is inspiring.
It seems they’re on a production set, which is crazy because all throughout high school that’s all I did, I was into production videos and theatre.
To some the picture may not directly speak to them, but these two were photographed doing what they saw as a dream to them.
Although dreams may change, as mine typically do, its always fun to look back on old photos that you’re in just to remember what it was that you were doing at the time.
I do this every year, it helps with facebook releasing “memories from this day” just to see, what was I doing today a year ago, 2 years ago, 3?
That’s why I’m going to ask whoever may be reading this, grab one thing in your life, something you have had for a while, keep it, especially if its something that makes you smile but can also make you frown, or cry, or laugh. Keep something that makes you feel a whole range of emotions, so that when you look at it you can remember the day that thing made you happy, or you can remember when it made you mad so that you may learn from that and know what to do to not be mad at it again.
For me, its a truck, a truck I bought when my old car no longer could get from point a to b. Its the first vehicle I bought with money I earned. Its a small thing in my life, but its also the biggest thing in my life. That truck is much older than me, and has seen much more of the world than I have. But I often look at it and wonder, how many cars have you pulled? How many times have you broke down on the side of a highway? How many times has a mechanic scratched his head wondering how to fix you? But more importantly, how many good memories have been remembered on your tailgate, under the hood, in the cab, parked by a lake, or on a beach, or by a river? What was your first owner’s reaction when they bought you from a dealership?
These are questions I have, but you see with this man, Jaime. You have those answers, you have the answers for what he did every day for 18 years. What he has done is such a beautiful thing, and I wish I could thank him for giving all of us a huge glimpse into his life.