After spending an afternoon with my mother, I came home with a baggie filled with sepia and black-and-white photographs. These were only a fraction of the photos we sorted through with my intended purpose. I needed to find a few photographs for my art journal, and I had decided to focus on my maternal grandmother. My mother and my aunt had sorted through family albums and loose photographs on a previous occasion, so we knew who was who. Well, mostly. A few times we had to study a nose or a tilt of the head to make sure this was this person and not that one. Thankfully, many had been inscribed with a date and the names of those pictured.