The best times are framed.
The hard work hidden.
The effort, arguments, waiting, and walking, for those perfect shots are invisible.
One was taken on the only sunny day of the whole week away. In that picture the smiles are covering grimaces because someone forgot the picnic. And just after that photo, someone fell over and knocked out her front tooth.
For visitors the wall’s a glimpse of someone else’s life. For friends it’s full of anecdotal tales. But for the family, life on the wall is a well of memories, both bad and good, and therefore full of joy.