I went digging through the hall closets in my house yesterday (seems to be a theme), and I came across some yellowing photo envelopes with these lovely photos inside. Unfortunately there wasn't a year listed on the package, but I'm guessing the photos were taken sometime in the seventies.
The flowers were photographed by my mom, who at the time was an art major. Even with a disposable camera she took better photos than I can with my fancy digital one. It figures that I got skipped over when it came to inheriting the art gene. The dog also belonged to my mom; it's where the dachshund obsession began.
The last photo is my mom and dad. So seventies I can't even stand it.