Looking through our family’s photographic archive and trying to select images for my wife’s memorial service, I was struck by the power photography has over the way our brains process faded memories and the passage of time. Small moments from years earlier shine with an intensity that brings forth a flood of contradictory emotional connections swirling around the subconscious mind. Forgotten and remembered simultaneously. Although I have captured tens of thousands of images over the years and struggle to keep up with the archive, I wish now that I had shot many thousands more.