In my autobiography, Perhaps, I wrote:
“Perhaps I have forgotten stories I would love to tell,
perhaps I have left out people I would wish to include,
perhaps I have included faulty memories,
perhaps I was not present for some important events, and
perhaps I have left out a few things that might hurt those who are still alive.”
And that points out the beauty of photographs:
they may not tell the entire truth, but as I show them they do not forget, and their memory is not faulty.