Springtime gatherings always remind me how I totally blew it as my family’s photo archivist. With graduation parties and other milestone celebrations popping up like dandelions, I’m facing the beast almost daily. My eyes fall upon impeccable, thorough, chronological picture displays. They’re theme-infused art installations, always monstrously lovely. The orderly shots of others’ lives tell such sweet stories, yet leave me in a dark room of guilt.