Photographs [and memories]
I used to find joy in taking pictures of anything and everything… flowers in my backyard, necklaces, trees, insects, snails, anything in my room or hanging on my walls, etc. I used to be like my younger sister, April, who takes a million pictures of just one object but somehow I changed at some point. Recently, I want to only take “meaningful” or pretty photos because I want a point to be made. I want the picture to serve the purpose of being shown and shared with others… and sometimes that detracts from the simple joy of just taking the picture or playing with a camera. I only just now realize this because after sitting in my room reading articles on “grandmother cells,” I started playing with my camera again… taking pictures of anything and everything. Like my teddy bear, Seeker. :)
